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slitt mook – klean dirty lyrics

[intro]
(aallgoddd made it)

[chorus: fhn mook & diamondsonmyd+ck]
sippin’ clean dirty, sippin’ clean dirty
sippin’ clean dirty, sippin’ clean dirty
yeah, yeah, snort a line, clean dirty
yeah, i’ma hit him with my dirty .30
sippin’ clean dirty, sippin’ clean dirty
sippin’ clean dirty, sippin’ clean dirty
yeah, i might hit him with my dirty .30 (what?)
yeah, yeah, sippin’ clean dirty (diamondsonmyd+ck, b+tch, icy god, n+gga, rcb, b+tch)

[verse 1: diamondsonmyd+ck]
need demon blood, i don’t sip wok
ice in the cup [?]
f+ck on your b+tch, and she give me top
skrrt+skrrt, brand new drop
sippin’ on wok, i got the glock
pullin’ up, and i’ll leave holes in your top
ayy, i need some drop
ayy, been on the block
d+mn, n+gga, you know how i came
icy god, b+tch, you know i’m a saint
pump his ass down and head straight to the bay
ayy, f+ck demon b+tch, hold my k
i’m with my n+ggas, and you know that we straight
pull up, n+gga, i can serve you today
n+ggas know i put that sh+t in your hands, your palms
your arms and f+ck with [?]
f+ck your b+tch, kiss the guap
pull up in a brand new drop
hop out with your b+tch
now n+ggas lookin’ sick, uh
yeah, n+gga, icy god sh+t, rcb, n+gga
sippin’ clean dirty, clеan dirty
sippin’ clean dirty
sippin’ clean, uh, got red bеam, ooh
demon with the stick, magazine
[chorus: fhn mook]
sippin’ clean dirty, sippin’ clean dirty
sippin’ clean dirty, sippin’ clean dirty
yeah, yeah, snort a line, clean dirty
yeah, i’ma hit him with my dirty .30
sippin’ clean dirty, sippin’ clean dirty
sippin’ clean dirty, sippin’ clean dirty
yeah, i might hit him with my dirty .30
yeah, yeah, sippin’ clean dirty

[verse 2: black kray]
sippin’ on dirty, but my room stay clean
i’m in the cut with a infrared beam
goth money gang, b+tch, you know that’s the team
hop+hop out the coupe, match the blood on my jeans
hop in the coupe, and you know i’m gon’ speed
pew+pew+pew, know i’m gon’ speed
coupe real clean, but you know i ride dirty
pew+pew, gun shine, lights on the .30
gucci birds, my n+ggas hold .30’s
post in the paint [?]
run through the field, think my lungs got dirty
run through the field, think my lungs got dirty
soulja’d up, light some blunts up in the trench, ooh
pew+pew+pew, in the, in the trench, ooh
[outro]
(fatality)

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