Mr. Clean Eem Triplin
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[Intro]
HARZ
[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 bitch 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
Bitch, i'm a grown ass man
No, I ain't tryna dance
Like, what the fuck you mean?
Said that my face with me
Bitch 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 fuck
Excuses get you nun'
Boy ain't no pity bucks
That nigga flexing 1's
Bro that's ike 60 bucks
HARZ
[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 bitch 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
Bitch, i'm a grown ass man
No, I ain't tryna dance
Like, what the fuck you mean?
Said that my face with me
Bitch 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 fuck
Excuses get you nun'
Boy ain't no pity bucks
That nigga flexing 1's
Bro that's ike 60 bucks
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