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ghost pepper - clean up man lyrics

[intro: krispylife kidd]
alright
krispylife
(ooh, sh*t, that’s a danny g beat)
they can’t, they can’t, they can’t f*ck with you, clean up
sh*t
f*ck
b*tch
ayy

[verse 1: krispylife kidd]
four hundred minus eight, that’s what i’m speedin’ in
gelato black cherry, that’s what i’m breathin’ in
marble toilet in my bathroom, that’s what i’m peein’ in
california king in my room, that’s what i’m sleepin’ in
[verse 2: clean up man]
when i need a pint of green, i call my titi friend
beat a n*gga head in bad, now he bleedin’ in
oh, the opps in the club? they ain’t leavin’ then
i’m off a four, don’t call my phone, i’m sleepin’ in

[verse 3: krispylife kidd]
i’d be mad too if my n*gga was rolled up in a thoink
get a n*gga burnt in this b*tch, the end of a joint
i just met up with my fiend out in grosse pointe
get a n*gga family whacked at the beach and all i did was point

[verse 4: clean up man]
my white boy drink fireball and smoke joints
we would’ve seent you at that party, would’ve smoked boy
real get*back gang like i’m doe boy
i ain’t signed to french, but i’m a motherf*ckin’ coke boy

[verse 5: krispylife kidd]
young dog used to do fillies, used to flip gas
i’m on my way down south, let me hit tas
dog on some jackboy sh*t, i just hit mask
hoes don’t ever listen to you ’cause you pimp trash
i’m rich from poverty, jacuzzi in the projects
got cartis on, ridin’ on ruccis and they offset
seventy*five hundred i just spent on a golf set
in order for you to hang, you gon’ need yours and your boss check
the cookhouse just burned down, we done lost meth
these n*ggas hoes, they might as well crossdress
fat as h*ll, f*ckin’ all these hoes, i done lost breath
dog on some tough sh*t, faow*faow, he done lost chest
[verse 6: clean up man]
feelin’ like louie ray, i’m still grindin’ and sh*t
think you f*ckin’ with me, you must be off all kinds of sh*t
you roll ‘woods, run to the store when n*ggas run out of sh*t
i’m tryna stuff this b*tch with a couple scripts if the condom fit
i never seen them louis in the store, what kind them is?
my lil’ n*gga grimy as f*ck, he just rob and steal
my other n*gga on papers, he tryna catch a body still
n*ggas out here missin’ on purpose, ain’t tryna k!ll
yup, and danny g made the beat
b*tch, play with your kids and bd, don’t play with me
like krispy was in the car, aight
like krispy was in the car, i got a big*ass k with me

- clean up man lyrics

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