
clean (2012) - gunna lyrics
is this the jungle and the crime
from a hood where them n*ggas push your cap back
number one, keep that strap back where we trap at
a young n*gga, don’t smoke no apple pack
trill n*gga, wake up, get dressed in all black
come to my hood, you can see that we got all straps
30 rounds, equipped with all that
dope fiends, them n*ggas smoke crack
got my block by, 12 pull up where i post at
my b*tch say i kick flame like them old cats
copped that brand new benz, paint it matte black
long body, put the hatchback
went shopping in new york, they ain’t got no tax
quick trip to la to pick up more stacks
more pints, we need somе more of that
hit my little amigo and tell him, “pour up that”
codеine, we sip clean
b*tch, we sip clean
b*tch, we sip clean
b*tch, we sip clean
b*tch, we sip clean
my lil’ cuz just came home, he ain’t got no dream
find out boy got 50, now he on beans
he geeked up, i’m on lean
then pop a couple mollies, b*tch, i’m hard*bodied
been doing this, versace n*ggas try and copy
don’t mis*mistake this foreign sh*t, i catch a body
won’t speak, don’t know nothing ’bout it
give ten stacks to my lawyer, bet he say he got it
that glock 40 extended, i can’t leave without it
the goons came in with masks so you can’t see who shot him
real k!llers, they move in silence
can’t mix us with that sucker sh*t, we stand silent
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