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eem triplin - mr. clean lyrics

[intro]

[verse 1]
aye
clip hanging out my jeans
won’t fold on all my team
spend racks on simple things
come clean, i’m mr. clean
this b+tch must think i’m dumb
can’t get no diamond ring
she want all my cheese
she want the finer things
bands bustin’ out my pants
i’m rich as p, my stance
b+tch, i’m a grown ass man
no, i ain’t tryna dance
like, what the f+ck you mean?
said that my face with me
b+tch i’m a bougie, hoe
they call me pretty e
got red stuff in my [?]
racks i don’t even touch
you broke, that’s not my fault
like i should give a f+ck
excuses get you nun’
boy ain’t no pity bucks
that n+gga flexing 1’s
bro that’s ike 60 bucks
if it’s smoke, then we packin’ them up
ain’t here robbеrs, i’m wrappin’ it up
tell him come out as you finna pull up
he won’t know that it’s mе when i bust out the cut
f+ck it, i gotta run this sh+t up
back on the floor, then i’m pickin’ it up
if it look like a l!ck then we sticking him up
boy we know you a b+tch, why you tryna act tough?

[verse 2]
had to switch the beat up cause you thought it was ass
‘member days i was walking out bummy in class
when i was a teen yea i got me a bag
now hoes wanna to f+ck me when they used to laugh
when i was 19 had to cop me the beam
back in the grade i got kicked out the team
now i got more green than the whole d+mn team
i’m pretty boy eem what the f+ck do you mean?
keep on going, don’t know how to end it
i’m good with the stacking, i don’t like to spend it
team ain’t hunting, i’m good with this credit
that b+tch oughta send me a text so i read it
they told me “eem boy just chill with the flexing”
i told em nah, i won’t stop with the flexing
when you with me it’s a king in your presence
i see a rich n+gga up in my reflection

- eem triplin lyrics

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