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kenny soul – mr. clean lyrics

[verse 1: kenny soul]
overdose comatose die and then i come back
rolling while i’m cooking only smokers get the contact
serving while i’m surfing only bustys get the call back
waves of euphoria warrior got the plaque in a pack
sticky quarter h–rder hike your order i never get sacked
terraformer aura blocks are wavey they calling me jax
gotcha i clipped ya no imgur just impact
tna dna these n-ggas all acrobats
blitz n-ggas they cataracts mark dates like almanacs
strip grips no loose lips no wire taps you calling back
operation like desert storm no bullet holes in these camel backs
specialized like five guys you want beef and ill serve it back, sitting low im sippin’ slow your lips slip i’ll see before
double o i’m gusto you locash no cb4
pack a trunk like packing bowls you rest in peace and i rip occupation like sparta greece you in die in peace and i dip!

[hook x2: kenny soul]
pop her bra clean (clean)
cop a raw clean (clean)
money tall clean (clean)
dodge the law clean (clean) blessed
(cuz i be on my mr. clean sh-t fresh)x2

[verse 2: kenny soul]
bless him bless him hit em with the will smith
wesson dead shot whip it till the wheels lift
like skert i could hit her with the swerve
promised her to rack it she serena with the serve
like word she gon roll me up the herb
drop a couple hundreds down her m-th-f-cking shirt like sure
“i’m gon get it for you papi you wanna chapi then ima hit you with the bird!”
that’s work i’m ferg
new york is never silent we want what we deserve
fast cars big breaks and mami’s with the curves
if she ain’t hood enough to pop the trunk she gonna get the curve
and i ain’t talking about the ratchets i’m talking bout her -ssets i’ll p-ss it if she don’t spread it like elastic
i’m cl-ssic i like original
but if she got the plastic then i might have to smash it if it’s billable!

[hook x2: kenny soul]

[verse 3: kenny soul]
doing dirt moving to some soil i can cultivate
reservoir d-gg-ng i got m-th-f-cking bones to break
escobar mobbin’ through his mansion and the holy gate
bronx n-gga bombing terorrista meet the harlem shake
driving while i conjugate no original harlem shake
save your hoe like an auto-break
rode your hoe like un auto-bus ounce of kush ima flush octopus lay the ink down when i bust
bras about to combust i’m always heating something up
i’m always chiefin’ something up always beating something up she sucking up the asthma pump to open up and blow me up watch your dough really shouldn’t have to while you grind
but i see backstabbing low hating f-ck n-ggas all the time!

[hook x3: kenny soul]

- kenny soul lyrics

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