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nasty and the fit stay clean
Ghetto boy with a taste for the finer things
Ayy pull up on me if you wanna see
Got that brown hair and big derriere
Type

Even after he dead
I keep my circle clean
Like she never had sex
Minus one, minus three
Minus six, that's 10
As much parasites
I can fucking disinfect

weed in
Weave in they hair, weed in
A hundred bottles

Ain't nothing going on but the power
Smoke one for my big homie
He just got back out
I ain't gon

show no pity
Where the drugs I'm tryna get litty
Go get six G's for fifty
Big bro tryna slide, I'm with it
Yo' niggas died mine didn't
Pop me a perk, I

clean me up
Swiffer sweep cause you boy's some dust
Drive don't bus
In my seat by the ones I want
In the front
Don't do track but I'm on a run
What you

himself
Where did he jump? from the top of a shelp?
You'd think it'd do more damage, considering the drama
Passwords in his desk, found by his mama
Used

or stay now
Move later, jump back into the river
After making a whole big deal 'bout not swimming
My folks from the 'Sip Like K.R.i.t
Memories of our

truck

I'm cruising down her drive
She call my phone but I don't pick up
Baby, I'm outside
Want to come and jump in my big truck

I'm riding through

be causing problems breaking in like we some gremlins
Your bitch was in love now she wanting something 

Pop a 30s and jump on a plane 
In a hurry I’m

that I live, purely to jump in the shit purposely
So I can swim my damn self to the other side
Of a lake of fire to seek answers I'm tryin' to provide
My

fresh to death, no casket
Earned my stripes feel like Carole Baskin
Flip on the track like I'm CB
Need a Big Play Shay like a TD, jump the route drop

Big love, I thought you was my homie Who would've thought you was a phony
You was poppin' all that shit, spreadin' rumors like a bitch
You ain't even

big money in my pocket, tryna get it
I got six hundred that's due for the rent, shit
But it's already spent by the end of the month
Food runnin' low in

Turn me up, Josh
(It's Buddha nigga)

Bigger figgaz , bigger
Bigger figgaz,
Big
Bigger figgaz , bigger
Bigger figgaz
Yea ..

To be a bigger nigga,

stupid
Gotta clean it up now too lazy to do it
I'm kinda surprised I'm even writin' this music
Sittin' here like I don't even know shit went too quick
I

treat
I'm a nice guy, but got real mean moves
I choose the scene to be seen by you
I've got a clean shirt and fresh pressed pants
Cuz girls like nice guys

me lit like I'm drinking my fifth beer
Race to the money I put it in sixth gear
2021 It's gone be my big year
Talk to hard when you get off that goose

legs
All receipts by Fedex
Strollin' my ass on the jet
Hey, look
All this strippers on me
When I stroke, got it clean
All this stones 'bout to freeze

need to be in-between
Because this industry can be mean (OK, OK)
It's just like when it's Halloween
You got to jump out and make a big scene

Cause, Me

cashflow them mouths wont get feed if i slow down so
Get it by any means is his mental he won't stop till the homie see a quick thou
Them 20's clean thinkin

Money sealed by vacuum; spend like I'm in KOD's backroom
I'm with shorty on her born day
I stay sharp; she for swordplay
Some type of soirée in

so it's clock work 
Ticked off guess it's only right I blow
I'm drippin big sauce clean up please on aisle four 
Say that's yo chick what she giving me

What if we save our world by planting more trees
Clean water and pure air will set us all free
What if we could bring everyone food and health
Good

clean
S is for the sucka duckers knowing that they straight flaw
T knowing that they fake so I guess they down by law
A assuming they got plenty of game