Kenny Soul - Mr. Clean lyrics

[Verse 1: Kenny Soul] Overdose comatose die and then I come back Rolling while I'm cooking only smokers get the contact Serving while I'm surfing only bustys get the call back Waves of euphoria warrior got the plaque in a pack Sticky quarter hoarder hike your order I never get sacked Terraformer aura blocks are wavey they calling me Jax Gotcha I clipped ya no imgur just impact TNA DNA these n***as all acrobats Blitz n***as they cataracts mark dates like almanacs Strip grips no loose lips no wire taps you calling back Operation like desert storm no bullet holes in these camel backs Specialized like five guys you want beef and ill serve it back, sitting low Im sippin' slow your lips slip I'll see before Double O I'm gusto you Locash no CB4 Pack a trunk like packing bowls you rest in peace and I RIP occupation like Sparta Greece you in die in peace and I DIP! [Hook X2: Kenny Soul] Pop her bra clean (clean) Cop a raw clean (clean) Money tall clean (clean) Dodge the law clean (clean) blessed (cuz I be on my Mr. Clean sh** fresh)x2 [Verse 2: Kenny Soul] Bless him bless him hit em with the Will Smith Wesson Dead Shot whip it till the wheels lift Like skert I could hit her with the swerve Promised her to rack it she Serena with the serve Like word she gon roll me up the herb Drop a couple hundreds down her muthaf**ing shirt like sure "I'm gon get it for you Papi you wanna chapi then Ima hit you with the bird!" That's work I'm Ferg New York is never silent we want what we deserve Fast cars big breaks and mami's with the curves If she ain't hood enough to pop the trunk she gonna get the curve And I ain't talking about the ratchets I'm talking bout her a**ets I'll pa** it if she don't spread it like elastic I'm cla**ic I like original But if she got the plastic then I might have to smash it if it's billable! [Hook X2: Kenny Soul] [Verse 3: Kenny Soul] Doing dirt moving to some soil I can cultivate Reservoir dogging I got muthaf**ing bones to break Escobar mobbin' through his mansion and the holy gate Bronx n***a bombing Terorrista meet the Harlem shake Driving while I conjugate no original Harlem shake Save your hoe like an auto-break Rode your hoe like un auto-bus ounce of kush Ima flush octopus lay the ink down when I bust Bras about to combust I'm always heating something up I'm always chiefin' something up always beating something up she s**ing up the asthma pump to open up and blow me up watch your dough really shouldn't have to while you grind But I see backstabbing low hating f** n***as all the time! [Hook X3: Kenny Soul]