Soulja Boy - I'm Too Clean lyrics

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Soulja Boy - I'm Too Clean lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah, SB Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, you already know man Stacks on that money game Fam, Double cup full of that muddy muddy drank Dirty fake or dirty Fanta Ya'mean, boulevard supply man. Head, king Ya'mean, C.E.O. Number one. Le'go I'm too clean. I'm too clean Look at my watch. Look at my ring I'm too clean. I'm too clean Look at my watch. Look at my ring I'm too clean. I'm too clean I'm too clean. I'm too clean Look at my chain. Look at my ring Look at my chain. Look at my ring Man that boy clean. Pull up on the scene I stay with my gang. Xan with that lean She on me. She all on me 'Cause she know, that Lil Soulja getting money Pull up and I'm stunting. Chain cost onehunnid Lamborghini drop top. They know I'm getting money Shawty all on me. Yeah Lil mama want me Pouring up that lean, so you knower got me on it Smoking and I'm on it. Driving in a 'Rari Lot of money on me. I'm like "f** the party." Throwing money in the club, now she wanna jot me Throwing hunnids in the club, can't nobody stop me That that boy Soulja, he be with his gang Call my j**eler up. I buy a new chain Shawty on me, she gon' f** me on the chain f**ing in the condo. Hop up in the ring I'm too clean. I'm too clean Look at my watch. Look at my ring I'm too clean. I'm too clean Look at my watch. Look at my ring I'm too clean. I'm too clean I'm too clean. I'm too clean Look at my chain. Look at my ring Look at my chain. Look at my ring Went to the dealership then copped a Audi Pull up to the club in a new Ferrari I been getting money throwing all these parties Getting to the money shout out to to my shawties Lean in my cup. Gas in my blunt Pull up to the club, then we shoot it up Forgi bottles on my Lambo I don't give a f** I'm getting money in the trap I'm stacking major bucks I'm hitting it where it hurt. I pull up in that vert You don't want no beef with me I let my gun squirt I let my gun jerk. My money do the work We ain't gotta talk about it. Blow you off the earth Money in the bank. Pills in the vial Money coming in. Rappers jump my style I smoke lean and loud. Not no black and mile Lean on my blunts. b**hes on my nuts I'm too clean. I'm too clean Look at my watch. Look at my ring I'm too clean. I'm too clean Look at my watch. Look at my ring I'm too clean. I'm too clean I'm too clean. I'm too clean Look at my chain. Look at my ring Look at my chain. Look at my ring Too clean man