Lyrics:
hustle
(I got it, just stay close enough to get it on)
Don't slow, drive it, clean it, Lysol, bleed it
Spend the last dough (I got it) in your pock-o (I
hustle
(I got it, just stay close enough to get it on)
Don't slow, drive it, clean it, Lysol, bleed it
Spend the last dough (I got it) in your pock-o (I
pistons
Over fam
We drawing 88 pistols
Getting stomped by 176 shoes
Or 88 niggas
Go figure
I would be that nigga
Food for thought
Serving clean spinach
would you be there by my side
Drop the window clip extended let it rain down on the opps
Never trust the word of bitches keep it loyal if i'm sentenced
Just Like That
[Violent J]
Jump out of bed and I head for the grapenuts
Eat em quick or they soggy and that sucks
Trying to find a clean pair
(yeah)
It's ride or die, boy
Instrumental
Turkey vulture, clean my bones, I will not be all alone
Turkey vulture, clean my bones, I will not be all alone
Hey Quentin it's good to see you
How has everything been since we last spoke
It's been alright
You know I can't quit thinking about this nightmare
Out to the doghouse with you, that's what she said
You've been inside too long now, I must clean the mess
Go into the backyard will you
the motto, got em stunned by my bravado, Flip
They know the name so they tryna get in my section
So Tatted boys and we turnt up it's no question
Poppin'
as hell in my YSL it’s damn shame
$850 For the shirt (Shirt) $750 for the jeans (Jeans)
3 Racks for the jacket, can’t tell me I ain’t clean (Clean)
All I
the roadside, all the bones they clean
Dump gas in our machine
I will still be here to hold you
No matter how cold you are
No matter how cold you are
Cast
Because
Guard up your dogs
You know we coming in hot
It's going to take
All of us together
Clean it up the mop
We going to act like we is chilling
What up man it's ya boy Leo flame in this motherfucker nigga
I'mma stay looking clean
I was born clean nigga shit
I told y'all nigga every time I
on my sneakers.
She suck me like a vacuum and I stain all of her t-shirts
SOULLL ye dat girl a SOUL REcPER.
Put the mic up in her pussy and it fucking
And with all the days she may have left
She would never clean another mess
Or fold his shirts, or look her best
She was free
To waste away alone
on the throne
Bone piercing smoke your spirit
Loud niggas spit futures remember last stop breathing
niggas mad cause we lit
If you broke get a bag get it fixed
The real a dying breed and we the last of that shit
I could tell by his vibes he wont last in
got to make sure that Action is understood comepletely by all followers
I got to convert the color of you shirt from blue to white collars
I got
We are my lyrical masterminds
This breed will always outlast ya kind
Become a king and come to the throne and at last you'll find
That I am not one
from tips
Never tell you where it stays
Spend a back get it back
(Yuh)
Mud all on my feet
Last night was a bash
My denim covered in some cigarette Ash
and out the gym, feelin' slimmer than spaghetti
Stackin' muscle on these bones, yeah I got the hoes sweaty
Wait a second... Yo, we all outta weed
Let's go
me down
Felt pushed around
I'm a lonely shirt in Lost and Found
But one day you'll see
I'm not here to play, I'm gonna stay
Do what I say with no
thuggin' ain't a thang
But I'm really just a poet at the "Hart" by the name
Pop pop that's another brother slain
All that's left is another mother pain
got to be there by nine.
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie,
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's
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