Lyrics:
to the topic of convo
In my book hone, you are a no-no
C'mon I'm clean, cut, and dabber, you got to admit that
I don't sell drugs and I ain't with the wack
me
Raging bulllet of the bull, Mr. Kane is so raunchy
Death Row shit, fuck the lethal injection
Execute him and chop up his body in sections
Clean cut
a clean cut fellow from Horner's Corner
Your ought to see me strut
I'm a caper cuttin' cutie
Got a gal called Katie
She's a little heavy laden but I
Raging bull [?] Mr. Kane is so raunchy
Death rose [?] through lethal injection
Execute him and chop up his body in sections
Clean cut butcher knives
X
hair go wild
Lookin like a nappy nigga child
Black folk say, 'Cut that bush'
Quicker than George Bush, drugs get pushed
They want a nigga clean-cut
make cheap thrills
Twitch the nerve get your fill
Razor make clean cut
River red so what
Gut twisting holiday
Skin dripping pay to play
Stain is
on the wrist wit a mean truck
Razor blade, fresh bathed, lookin' clean cut
Boots untied, gats in the ride
Dipped down in Gucci, wit my hat to the side
We can
be killin' 'em (uh-uh, oh)
Yeah, I know that's what they all says
She gotta donkey with her, Juan Valdez
Keep it clean cut like bald heads
Been
sections
Clean cut butcher knives
X they're eyes out
Nail 'em to a billboard
Let 'em dry out
Let me a show you a crime about 'em blowing your minds
clean cut, clean tux
Won't get me clapped in no hoodie
But they still want the D though, I play that game, I got the cheat code
Got em lookin for me like
Aight, check game playboy
Cause you'll never be unseen
Jumpsteady your shocker rocking the blue blockers
Pain supreme, keep the open cut clean
faith in you
It's a razor love
That cuts clean through
I got faith in you
It's a razor love
That cuts clean through
You really made my day
With
through my Adderall
I'm here to stay my shoes is all
What's a hoop to a basketball
He's up that must mean
He's dug from a different pot
He's clean cut
waiting
His baby mama grown sick of the debating
He ain’t clean and he cut
Used to be clean cut
Now he just a shell of his former self
He fiend up
Manifesting my life, grown man cut clean Manifesting my life, manifesting it right
Grown man bills paid, manifesting my life Manifesting it right,
sure your game is true
Well could it be that through these Cartiers I swear
Their stares a specimen smooth as Sidney Poitier
Clean cut & dapper
you go
It's the long way
Now you're no longer
Just the boy next door
When they were falling in love
With that clean cut smile
Change
the guilty
Of clean cut lies and truth that's filthy
Believe what is the root of the word
Out comes lie when it's cut into thirds
I don't believe what my eyes
aura
Clean cut or thugged out, I don't give a fuck
Niggaz with that champagne shit
Fuckin' with me, you'll earn a job in the cleaners
Givin'
splendid glory
I tell her, we all can make our own end to our story
Our intro is just our entrance it's chapter one
And we can make a clean cut like when
Drop dead bombshell
Clean-cut classy gal
She was a good pal
And if you turned up the volume
You could hear the demons call
"Fuck me like Chopin
a pirouetting, high kicking
Thigh slapping cruiser
When you're a hip grinding spellbinding
Clean cut seducer
You have to be careful so people take note
I take
a clean cut fellow from Horner's Corner
Your ought to see me strut
I'm a caper cuttin' cutie
Got a gal called Katie
She's a little heavy laden but I
There's a brown shirt swapped for a thin blue tie
There's a black truth swapped for a thin blue lie
There's a slim man sporting a clean cut dream
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