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tookey! – mr. clean lyrics

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these chickens want my money
and im plotting my next scheme
im not drinking on the honey
but im living in a dream
when i wake up with the bunnies
i feel like vanilla bean
some my b-tches h-lla white
so you call me mister clean

black girls rock my world
island girls hold it down
no one got the hips like you
but the girls from spanish town
yeah im feeling h-lla royal so im sipping on the crown
when i see a black girl you can never see me frown

fast cars fast life bad b-tch future wife
cali nights bright lights private jets private flights
yea we fight, yeah i might
spark a blunt, need a light
yeah im wrong, yeah you right
but u still, want my pipe
so just shut it and lets f-ck it
out ya system, for the night
yeah im leaning off this henny
beamer silver like a knight

and i pull of in the beamer
gotta baddie on my side
mixed b-tch coffee creamer
riding in the foreign ride
and ive always been a dreamer
and you n-gg-s yeah u tried
while u n-gg-s been some schemers
all you n-gg-s did was lied

im just tide
im just tide
all you n-gg-s
yeah you tried
all you b-tches
yeah u lied
its so weird u call it pride

these chickens want my money
and im plotting my next scheme
im not drinking on the honey
but im living in a dream
when i wake up with the bunnies
i feel like vanilla bean
some my b-tches h-lla white
so you call me mister clean

im so tired i might go and sleep it off
steady sippin on the drip dont even cough
and all you beggars stop listening
and all this sh-t on me glistening
im feeling blessed like a christening
you really lost

drive fast live fast die young
two fingers in the p-ssy w my tongue
and i do this sh-t straight for the youth
everytime i go and spit in the booth
yeah my young n-gg-s think im the truth
and the snake n-gg-s think im a lie
all you fake n-gg-s you can go and die
i just take b-tches i dont even try
all you flake b-tches f-ck up out my phone
i just hit you up when im tryna bone
a b-tch i can take
ain’t a b-tch that id date
and you the sh-t on his plate
and thats his d-ck that you ate and

you p-ssy -ss n-gg-s keep testing my mood
ill pull up and beat you so dont make me rude
then drive off and leave you im that kinda dude
i stay with some dogs and theyll eat you like food

me and your shordy laid back at the den and
i wrote on her face with my ink like a pen
then switched on your shordy like my name was ben
when i let it come out like a bunch of g-y men

its dripping it dripping
please hurry i’m worried
she scurried and scurried
her vision was blurried
i wiped off her face
and said baby im sorry
im pushing a lexus
but soon a ferrari
stop playing me baby
im not an atari
i look at the sky
and the heavens are starry
stop callin me daddy
this sh-t isnt maury
im pushing a lexus
but soon a ferrari
im doing it asap
like my name was bari
im sellin these chickens
like im on mercari



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