clean up - jj esko & meez lyrics
[chorus: meez]
got dirt, i need to clean up
left me in the bando with a nina
karde main gaddi vich speed up
mere mundeya de naal, i can’t see ya
trap house, two phones and a key
i can never say no to a fiend
tu aaja mere kohl with some real gs
nakhre tu kardi, now i gotta leave
[verse 1: jj esko]
tryna make millions, i don’t play, ben simmons
never had a lot, i used to get free school dinners
tryna get my pockets fat like evisu denims
and i’ll f*ck up man’s city like karim benzema
growing up, active on the strip, i never had manners
all i really cared about was money in my bank balance
never change like them man do around cameras
selling yay, i got the weight, i don’t slang grammers
all of a sudden, everybody’s become an expert
see ’em, they’re running, they hate, i’m running up my net worth
tryna make hundreds, i always told you, “get your bread first”
missed all them summers, that’s why i’m grinding till my legs hurt
do it for the money, i don’t even like this sh*t
been through h*ll and back, i’ve been all tired and sh*t
no, i never lack, look at what i’m riding with
beefing with the same youts i went primary with
[chorus: meez]
got dirt, i need to clean up
left me in the bando with a nina
karde main gaddi vich speed up
mere mundeya de naal, i can’t see ya
trap house, two phones and a key
i can never say no to a fiend
tu aaja mere kohl with some real gs
nakhre tu kardi, now i gotta leave
[verse 2: jj esko]
now i gotta leave and i ain’t coming back
people see you doing good, then they start running back
i’ve got h*lla waps, but that sh*t don’t get me money
been through h*ll and back, but i get up, keep on running
looking at the past, where’s the time all gone?
been through so many things now i’m all numb
money*driven, never listen, right or wrong
but beef never ends, i need to buy more guns
can’t tell me anything i don’t know already
man, i been through h*ll and back, now my heart feeling heavy
they all talk a good game, but they never been hood
from the poshest side of town, but they’re talking ’bout buj
i know i’m rude, i’m a pr*ck
i put food on my strip, they can’t do what i did
i’ve been trapping ever since i had no food in the fridge
got the tool on my hip, ready to let it rip
[chorus: meez]
got dirt, i need to clean up
left me in the bando with a nina
karde main gaddi vich speed up
mere mundeya de naal, i can’t see ya
trap house, two phones and a key
i can never say no to a fiend
tu aaja mere kohl with some real gs
nakhre tu kardi, now i gotta leave
Random Song Lyrics :
- mamba negra - emiliano pineda lyrics
- quarantine - eric slick lyrics
- rising tide - noi!se (us) lyrics
- rue - girl in red lyrics
- cadê o meu são joão? - as januárias lyrics
- mkombozi - jabali afrika lyrics
- head up high - lali puna lyrics
- always there - skewhooa lyrics
- death under my sheets - hugxo lyrics
- novikov - ms banks lyrics