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eddy - dirty clean lyrics

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[hook]
i had em shook
i had em shook
i had em shook
i had em shook
play by the book
i had them read
f-ck all the feds
aim for the head
gimme respect
gold my neck
f-ck what you think
gimme my bread
gimme my bread
y’all ain’t prepared
i bring the heat
wade on my feet
y’all really tripping
y’all really weak
i am the king
step out the ring
flex out my wings
know what i mean
dirty but clean
dirty but clean

[verse 1]
in my zone i’m flowing
hit the pins i’m bowling
smoke up i’m stoney
so loud i’m rolling
i do the miles like mad max
i make em strip like hard wax
pull out the gat i never lack
take all the gold man, i’m sachs
shawty be playing my track
couple of hunnids i stack
got me some heat on the map
she wanna f-ck in the back
she wanna tuck in some racks
i got her cat in the hat
give her some cream than i dash
quicker than flash
i cannot stay wit a hoe
i gotta stay on the flow, bullets be close
i come back like d rose
back home wit the migos
hit the club and we toast
nice clothes and we boast
boxed out rep the logo
throw the cash and we loco
new york we back in the show
north beach we up in the coast
up there we doing the most
sydney my city is gold
lights on i’m feeling the show
spotlight i’m feeling the glow
i cannot brake ain’t no stopping
foot on the gas and i’m speeding
i bring mop and i’m sweeping
clean up the mess you trashy
running your mouth like spastics
y’all really fake like plastic
talking me down and we beefing
pull on your block what’s happening
why you froze like static
they never seen my magic
all my ice gave em chills
they never seen em for real
i got the diesel like shaq would
i give the ladies the hardwood
d wade wit the dance move
party in la i’ve been good
borderland i cross over
do the dance never been richer
dirty flows never been cleaner
i had em shook all over

[hook]
i had em shook
i had em shook
i had em shook
i had em shook
play by the book
i had them read
f-ck all the feds
aim for the head
gimme respect
gold my neck
f-ck what you think
gimme my bread
gimme my bread
y’all ain’t prepared
i bring the heat
wade on my feet
y’all really tripping
y’all really weak
i am the king
step out the ring
flex out my wings
know what i mean
dirty but clean
dirty but clean



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