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yfg fatso & rob49 - cleanup crew lyrics

[intro]
(fox, you come brazy, brother, big drillz)

[verse 1: rob49]
why you still come around this b+tch, knowin’ godd+mn well you rich?
why you f+ckin’ on the opps’ hoes? that p+ssy+ass n+gga a b+tch
why you rappin’ ’bout bein’ a trick? you can ask my b+tch, i’m him
a billion dollars and a new whip is the only thing on my list
big fours get piece of sh+t, big fours get f+ck hoes once and dip
treat a bad ho like she ain’t sh+t, got caught and plead the fifth
you can’t treat ’em like a b+tch, big v’ll take ya kit
diamonds white as sh+t, the cucamonga cracker k!llers
for the packs, i pay a ticket, type ’em in his bank like ricky
.40 f+ck this whole city, i won’t marry groupie b+tches
i won’t marry percocets, i won’t marry f+ckin’ liquor
i was sleep for four years f+ckin’ straight then woke back up the biggеst
i just spent so f+ckin’ much on hats, i could’ve bought a cat
i don’t evеn want these n+gga tryna call me slim, big fours get pockets fat
n+gga did that, stand on that, like a cat he caught a hat
i ain’t in the business, but matter fact, b+tch, ya tryna smack a smacker

[verse 2: yfg fatso]
24 passin’ the honda, swingin’ the car door, that’s how a n+gga get rich
f+ckin’ on dog hoes, i ain’t ever sayin’ they name, my brother wan’ f+ck, we switch
clean+up crew, we do sweep+ups right off the rips, got bronem to change our shifts
six of the tris, we gon’ pour that sh+t up, we gon’ pop somebody, i can’t take sips
i’m steppin’ in blood, my glock in the club, they play, i’ma blast a n+gga
just talked to cuz, he said i ain’t showin’ no love, gotta take out the trash from n+ggas
i’m dead, but i’m not, still runnin’ my block, man, i feel like that casper n+gga
usually spin for a n+gga, but if i get busy, you know i pay cash for n+ggas
told you we put belt to the ass on n+ggas, he ran quick, he a fast lil’ n+gga
hate fallin’ out with my b+tch, they chasin’ attention, they showin’ they ass on insta
there’s never a time see a n+gga i hate and don’t shoot, bro, i’ll crash the n+gga
heard he got hit with that heat and he got out the streets, now he plays as a passive n+gga
[chorus: yfg fatso & rob49]
you know n+ggas die every day, but you lackin’, i just don’t get it
f+ckin’ this hoe all night,i forgot to get out, when i did she said cum on her titties
when i pop out in the city,i’m poppin’ out all yn’s and k!llers
and i ain’t never paid for no hats, if i heard he tempt, i tipped him
you know n+ggas die every day, but you lackin’, i just don’t get it
f+ckin’ this hoe all night,i forgot to get out, when i did she said cum on her titties
when i pop out in the city, i’m poppin’ out all yn’s and k!llers
and i ain’t never paid for no hats, if i heard he tempt, i tipped him
ca

- yfg fatso rob49 lyrics

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