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mr clean - x4 lyrics

[intro]
hmm

[chorus]
beat the opps’ block, now they said i’m mr. clean
hop out and let that b*tch ring, ring, ring
we gon’ get the chip by any means
ask me where i’m from and i said rfc
i don’t give a f*ck, i freestyled the whole thing
hop up in the booth and say anything
b*tches out here f*ckin’ on anything
n*ggas out here tellin’ on anything
we gon’ spin they block and hop out and do our thing
counties ask you ’bout it, better not tell ’em ’bout a thing
these are not no regular jeans
a*m*i*r*i, what the f*ck you mean?
got the hood tatted on my face and on my sleeves
why the f*ck i seen you hanging with thе police?
b*tch told me, “why you always actin’ mean?”
i just told thе b*tch, “shut up, b*tch, get on your knees”

[verse]
hmm, the beat switched up
n*gga, why y’all homie in the ground? y’all better dig him up
loose lips really sink ships, you better stitch it up
why this b*tch keep on callin’ if i ain’t pickin’ up?
why the f*ck you keep on stallin’? he said squabble up
why the f*ck you scared? take a risk, i’m goin’ all or nothin’
how the f*ck you speared with your opp and y’all ain’t fought or nothin’?
hmm, that don’t look right
i can’t pop out with the b*tch if she don’t look right
your boyfriend’s not a tripper, he’s the good type
i did bunk skunk, then she text me, “have a good life”
x3 on the level four livin’ the good life
me and thirsty hood had some cv and we had two knives
told the b*tch i’ma turn left if she can’t get right
ain’t no excuses if the car don’t work right
’cause if the car don’t work, then take the bike
[chorus]
beat the opps’ block, now they said i’m mr. clean
hop out and let that b*tch ring, ring, ring
we gon’ get the chip by any means
ask me where i’m from and i said rfc
i don’t give a f*ck, i freestyled the whole thing
hop up in the booth and say anything
b*tches out here f*ckin’ on anything
n*ggas out here tellin’ on anything
we gon’ spin they block and hop out and do our thing
counties ask you ’bout it, better not tell ’em ’bout a thing
these are not no regular jeans
a*m*i*r*i, what the f*ck you mean?
got the hood tatted on my face and on my sleeves
why the f*ck i seen you hanging with the police?
b*tch told me, “why you always actin’ mean?”
i just told the b*tch, “shut up, b*tch, get on your knees”

- x4 lyrics

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