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spicy shit - clean up man lyrics

[intro]
they can’t, they can’t, they can’t f*ck with you, clean up

[verse]
b*tch, i made some bands today, what the f*ck you do?
these n*ggas love aimin’ at the sky, who the f*ck you shoot?
rapping ’bout your man’s life, what the f*ck you do?
i feel like 80s, n*gga, who the f*ck is you?
i don’t do no f*ckin’ singing, i’m talking spicy stuff
chin check a n*gga and leave his jaw tightened up
f*ck that, i hit a gucci shirt with a tyson punch
my b*tch always listen to kash doll, so i iced her up
f*ck school, every day, them crackers tried to write me up
i should kidnap mister— and tie him up
why the f*ck the weakest n*ggas always acting tough?
had to beat my city girl ass ’cause she was acting up
no car, no crib, but you got some buffs
h*ll nah, i don’t steal, but i’ll rob a duck
h*ll nah, i don’t pop pills, but i’ll pop you sober
i feel like lil wayne ’cause the wait over
my n*gga said that he got jumped, i’m on the way over
like we at lil wayne crib, i brought drac’ over
i think he tryna rob me in my sleep, he brought an eight over
n*ggas love sneak dissing, but never put a name on it
don’t worry, i got some hot sh*t with your name on it
or i’ll catch you at your local mall and put hands on you
they can’t f*ck with clean up, put some bands on it
fire russian out the k and bust your head open
he came across carpenter, i left red on him
big*ass crib, yeah, i’m a land owner
ha*ha, i talk spicy sh*t
n*gga, where your ho at so i can go and buy the b*tch?
sometimes i just get bored and go buy some sh*t
if rap don’t work, i’m supplying sh*t
shot a fresh*ass n*gga, he died in drip
we sprayed the car while it was moving, i ghost*ride the whip
d*mn, my gun dirty as h*ll, i gotta hide this b*tch
neighborhood doctor, b*tch, i’m supplying ‘scripts
can’t take bro to certain places ’cause he be on tip
your shooter don’t be nowhere ’cause he don’t be on sh*t
i talk, i talk, i talk, i talk spicy sh*t
[outro]
yep, i talk spicy sh*t
you will never see me singing, i talk spicy sh*t
yep, i talk
mm, mm, mm, mm

- clean up man lyrics

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