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klean dirty - slitt mook lyrics

[intro]
(aallgoddd made it)

[chorus: fhn mook & diamondsonmyd*ck]
sippin’ clean dirty, sippin’ clean dirty
sippin’ clean dirty, sippin’ clean dirty
yeah, yeah, snort a line, clean dirty
yeah, i’ma hit him with my dirty .30
sippin’ clean dirty, sippin’ clean dirty
sippin’ clean dirty, sippin’ clean dirty
yeah, i might hit him with my dirty .30 (what?)
yeah, yeah, sippin’ clean dirty (diamondsonmyd*ck, b*tch, icy god, n*gga, rcb, b*tch)

[verse 1: diamondsonmyd*ck]
need demon blood, i don’t sip wok
ice in the cup [?]
f*ck on your b*tch, and she give me top
skrrt*skrrt, brand new drop
sippin’ on wok, i got the glock
pullin’ up, and i’ll leave holes in your top
ayy, i need some drop
ayy, been on the block
d*mn, n*gga, you know how i came
icy god, b*tch, you know i’m a saint
pump his ass down and head straight to the bay
ayy, f*ck demon b*tch, hold my k
i’m with my n*ggas, and you know that we straight
pull up, n*gga, i can serve you today
n*ggas know i put that sh*t in your hands, your palms
your arms and f*ck with [?]
f*ck your b*tch, kiss the guap
pull up in a brand new drop
hop out with your b*tch
now n*ggas lookin’ sick, uh
yeah, n*gga, icy god sh*t, rcb, n*gga
sippin’ clean dirty, clеan dirty
sippin’ clean dirty
sippin’ clean, uh, got red bеam, ooh
demon with the stick, magazine
[chorus: fhn mook]
sippin’ clean dirty, sippin’ clean dirty
sippin’ clean dirty, sippin’ clean dirty
yeah, yeah, snort a line, clean dirty
yeah, i’ma hit him with my dirty .30
sippin’ clean dirty, sippin’ clean dirty
sippin’ clean dirty, sippin’ clean dirty
yeah, i might hit him with my dirty .30
yeah, yeah, sippin’ clean dirty

[verse 2: black kray]
sippin’ on dirty, but my room stay clean
i’m in the cut with a infrared beam
goth money gang, b*tch, you know that’s the team
hop*hop out the coupe, match the blood on my jeans
hop in the coupe, and you know i’m gon’ speed
pew*pew*pew, know i’m gon’ speed
coupe real clean, but you know i ride dirty
pew*pew, gun shine, lights on the .30
gucci birds, my n*ggas hold .30’s
post in the paint [?]
run through the field, think my lungs got dirty
run through the field, think my lungs got dirty
soulja’d up, light some blunts up in the trench, ooh
pew*pew*pew, in the, in the trench, ooh
[outro]
(fatality)

- slitt mook lyrics

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