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CLEANIN' HOUSE by Leo Frappier and Kevin Lee Junious

Throw my hands up, can't take it no more.
I've got my broom I got to sweep some floors.

It's

framed up photos (fuck them)
Your mop, broom, and duster (fuck them)
Fuck your granola cereal clusters
Fuck you
Fuckin' fuck you
Hey, fuck you

kan left gaan 
messed up als je wilt dat ik het weghaal 
maar kan het zijn dat ik je zet in die beweging 
flits naar een tijd je was different

seven mops 
Swept it for half a year
Do you suppose," the Walrus said 
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter
And shed

on!”
		And they’ll all sing along but out of key!
		Girls and boys (ooh-ooh) and their noise (ooh-ooh)
		Is a thing that no grown-up enjoys.
		It’ll be

the peace long mop  and I’ll buck it before I’m ready to squeeze I’m ready to die but  question are you ready to leave while you sleeping let it peal you get

Niggas ain’t shit bitches either,
If I ain’t get caught I ain’t cheating,
Slide on ops with the mop for no reason,

Bitches ain’t shit niggas either,

I Just Slid Pass In A Coupe
She Keep On Passing That WAP
That Pussy Wet Like A Mop
I Get The Guap Like I’m Fetti
And That’s A Shout Out To Wop
They

grams imma face that
It ain't hard to recognize me bitch
I got a face tat
You the type of dumby to pull
Up with a fake strap
Playing with a gun boy you

She say 
She sayyyyy (what she say) 
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She say she got wap that ll close shop 
Pussy so wet that a grab mop 
 Went Drake on dat Ass 
 All night ,

I ain’t even tryna bone
You flexin' on that gram, don’t try to play Jay like a fool
Who gassed up your game, I done known you since high school
Don’t

the shit Can't tell me I'm not
Not pushing a broom or using a mop
I be in the studio making it hot 
I did it for years not planning to stop
With the music im

Right at anytime we could pop out with the cleaning crew bitch i brought a mop out 

Chorus: homie I be flexing I can’t leave the house without my weapon

Pac
Record a hun’ed songs pull a game kick a hun’ed bars
You never heard my song I want it all
Visions of stardom I’ll mop the floor wit cha
Work a’

Uh 
I put ya bitch in a box 
Uh she gave me the top uh
She ain’t deny it she wanted to mop
I swear these Lil bitches freaky
And most of these hood

with me

Uh

And I come with this semi 

And I’m giving them plenty

Uh, this shit really up in me

I remember my homie got popped and that shit was

didn’t try
You put dirt on my name
Make me go through so much pain
They had me all up in chains
Shoulda seen you was insaine
I been just cruising down

The baker drew the body on the floor with a mop
Tourists walked in, they covered her up
Carbon fiber hurricanes and paper sea shells
A sea parade with no name

how to grind,
Fascinated with bigger bricks and mop sticks,
Don't know what time it is the flavor get ya clock fixed,
The blocks lit, around my way you

and 32's
Check my balance on any attitude
You lotion my feet, as you shining my shoes
A butler in a mansion, I clean up every room
With four fantastic

up like I got me Ginsu
Really the best, ain't no need to pretend to
I'm sorry not sorry if I really offend you
Ain't seen what I seen or lived what I

slime we in our prime
We do not lack, We do the crime
Fuck nigga back up you out of line
Tryna talk to me boy that's a fine
Move out my way I'm boutta

just keep giggling to the way to a bank
Aye, hold up gotta stop it
Jesus piece on me you can never cross it
Shawty give throat yea its long like

killed my cousin so I had to clean they block with the mop

ABF BlueFace I made a name for my gang if you think I'm bluffing go check the stock

Bet it