
Mr. Clean 03 Greedo
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[Chorus]
I just got married to marijuana, I fell in love with the lean
Me and the powder a power couple, I'm feelin' like Mr. Clean
I'm in the kitchen, ayy
I'm in the kitchen, I'm fuckin' with dishes and I'm in the kitchen
I got the water and you know I'm whippin', yeah I'm in the kitchen
I'm in the kitchen, I'm in the kitchen
I'm in the kitchen, I'm in the kitchen, ayy
[Verse 1]
Make her wonder like white bread
More cap than a bald head
I was livin' in the kitchen, whippin'
Ooh, damn, baby just look at my wrist hit, ayy
Baby I'm takin' them risks, ayy
Baby you know we official
If they knock on my door then I'm itching
Baseball, downin' baseball, talkin' baseball, keep it quiet
God level, I'm like Pastor Mase, I was just preachin' to the choir
Hell yeah I'm gettin' high, hell yeah I'm on fire
Just like Richard Pryor, but I hope I won't die
Bitch you know I'm facin' life, Jordan Downs where it's trife
I can't even trust my wife, knife knife
She'll stab me in my side, homie stabbed me in my back
I was tryna get the racks, now a nigga get the packs, yeah
What goes around comes around
We don't play games
I just got married to marijuana, I fell in love with the lean
Me and the powder a power couple, I'm feelin' like Mr. Clean
I'm in the kitchen, ayy
I'm in the kitchen, I'm fuckin' with dishes and I'm in the kitchen
I got the water and you know I'm whippin', yeah I'm in the kitchen
I'm in the kitchen, I'm in the kitchen
I'm in the kitchen, I'm in the kitchen, ayy
[Verse 1]
Make her wonder like white bread
More cap than a bald head
I was livin' in the kitchen, whippin'
Ooh, damn, baby just look at my wrist hit, ayy
Baby I'm takin' them risks, ayy
Baby you know we official
If they knock on my door then I'm itching
Baseball, downin' baseball, talkin' baseball, keep it quiet
God level, I'm like Pastor Mase, I was just preachin' to the choir
Hell yeah I'm gettin' high, hell yeah I'm on fire
Just like Richard Pryor, but I hope I won't die
Bitch you know I'm facin' life, Jordan Downs where it's trife
I can't even trust my wife, knife knife
She'll stab me in my side, homie stabbed me in my back
I was tryna get the racks, now a nigga get the packs, yeah
What goes around comes around
We don't play games
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