MR. CLEAN

By Tookey

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These chickens want my money

And im plotting my next scheme

Im not drinking on the honey

But im living in a dream

When i wake up with the bunnies

I feel like vanilla bean

Some my bitches hella white

So you call me mister clean

Black girls rock my world

Island girls hold it down

No one got the hips like you

But the girls from spanish town

Yeah im feeling hella royal so im sipping on the crown

When i see a black girl you can never see me frown

Fast cars fast life bad bitch future wife

Cali nights bright lights private jets private flights

Yea we fight, yeah i might

Spark a blunt, need a light

Yeah im wrong, yeah you right

But u still, want my pipe

So just shut it and lets fuck it

Out ya system, for the night

Yeah im leaning off this henny

Beamer silver like a knight

And i pull of in the beamer

Gotta baddie on my side

Mixed bitch coffee creamer

Riding in the foreign ride

And ive always been a dreamer

And you niggas yeah u tried

While u niggas been some schemers

All you niggas did was lied

Im just tide

Im just tide

All you niggas

Yeah you tried

All you bitches

Yeah u lied

Its so weird u call it pride

These chickens want my money

And im plotting my next scheme

Im not drinking on the honey

But im living in a dream

When i wake up with the bunnies

I feel like vanilla bean

Some my bitches hella white

So you call me mister clean

Im so tired i might go and sleep it off

Steady sippin on the drip dont even cough

And all you beggars stop listening

And All this shit on me glistening

Im feeling blessed like a christening

You really lost

Drive fast live fast die young

Two fingers in the pussy w my tongue

And i do this shit straight for the youth

Everytime i go and spit in the booth

Yeah my young niggas think im the truth

And the snake niggas think im a lie

All you fake niggas you can go and die

I just take bitches i dont even try

All you flake bitches fuck up out my phone

I just hit you up when im tryna bone

A bitch i can take

Ain't a bitch that id date

And You the shit on his plate

And thats his dick that you ate AND

You pussy ass niggas keep testing my mood

Ill pull up and beat you so dont make me rude

Then drive off and leave you im that kinda dude

I stay with some dogs and theyll eat you like food

Me and your shordy laid back at the den and

I wrote on her face with my ink like a pen

Then switched on your shordy like my name was ben

When i let it come out like a bunch of gay men

Its dripping it dripping

Please hurry I'm worried

She scurried and scurried

Her vision was blurried

I wiped off her face

And said baby im sorry

Im pushing a Lexus

But soon a Ferrari

Stop playing me baby

Im not an Atari

I look at the sky

And the heavens are starry

Stop callin me daddy

This shit isnt maury

Im pushing a lexus

But soon a ferrari

Im doing it asap

Like my name was bari

Im sellin these chickens

Like im on mercari