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dababy - mr. clean lyrics

[chorus]
what the f-ck a n-gga mean?
b-tches treat me like a king
you can call me mr. clean
i just lied to your hoe
put on autotune and told her i can really sing
run up on me i’ma squeeze
packin’, count the back end
then we leave
f-ck the show money, that ain’t no money
i make more money sellin’ p’s

[verse]
thank the lord he blessed me with another plug
so you know i ran off on my other plug
i mix the low ball with og and drop the ticket
they come get it, i run it up
my n-ggas be hatin’, i smell it on em
i’m duckin’ and dodgin’ felonies
i would just pull up broad day and start blowin’ at you
but i know they gonna tell on me
i left in a rental car, had about twenty on me
but came back with just money on me
i’m f-cking these b-tches, she just won’t stop squirtin’ on me
she be suckin’ and slurpin’ on me
call up the dababy and tell ‘em, stop sh-ttin’ on me
all this sauce, it be drippin’ on me
see me in person and said he look different don’t he
saw my pictures, put kisses on ‘em
can’t f-ck with n-ggas ‘cause n-ggas be switchin’ on me
i always saw the b-tch in homie
i’m in the mall with my daughter in flip flops
but i still got a pistol on me
i bow my head everyday, i know god with me
but i still keep the rod with me
two forties feel like the mob with me
f-ck what they talkin’ bout – i be like

- dababy lyrics

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