I’m Clean lyrics

by

Freeway


[Hook: Young Dro]
I'm clean in this b*tch
I'm clean in this b*tch
I'm clean in this b*tch
Grand Hustle team with kings we getting rich (x2)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I'm Prada-ed down Polo-ed up
Hit the A, tell Charlie hold up
Call my n*gga Dro, pull a rose up
[?] body sh*t looking like a tour bus
I'm clean in this b*tch leaning like they selling Promethazine in this b*tch
I'm Grand Hustle team with kings we getting rich
Wilding on the couch screaming out "free my n*gga TIP"
Meek Milly what's the deally I be popping like a wheelie
I put on for my city I go hard for North Philly that be me
Diamonds so clear you can see them in HD
I'm down to disappear pop up all on MTV
n*ggas looking at the screen like its ghosts that they see
I like my Rosé red my diamonds blue my money green
TIP put me on the team cause I'm so fresh and so clean

[Hook: Young Dro]

[Verse 2: Young Dro]
I'm clean in this b*tch
Young Dro Grand hustle flow
My [?] play stingray everything [?]
Dro and Meek Mill get respect to the utter most
Cocaina deals white bricks just like Russell Crowe
New York City leather coat out in Buffalo
And when I lie to hoes my di*k be growing like Pinocchio
I ain't really sociable my 44 ain't approachable
[?] shawty I stay right close to the [?]
Stupid ass pistol I like to make that thing transform
f*cking get your whole block blew up by this hand bomb
When I heard this track I started tripping like a motherf*cker
Went up in the booth and went sicker than a motherf*cker
Triple thugger, oh you know I'm all about that shine ho
All kinds of ice b*tch my diamonds got diamonds on
Stupid ass fresh shawty you don't want to pardon me
Hold up, I need to answer my phone some ho calling me
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I'm clean in this b*tch players only live uno
Ralph Lauren all the way to the ground you know
Prada on my feet my chick a five times two though
My flow be hot as hell but my wrist keep me cool though
Cujo, ya cause I be snapping and I ain't trapping
I'm just rapping and look what happened
It ain't march I'm causing madness
We Maybaching on them two-tone
Crushing them like crouton
The cheers in the rear leaning back on the futon
Grand Hustle we do one thing
Get money money money money money I'm a young king
I don't talk I let my gun sing
n*gga got a problem with it tell them my revolver said it

[Hook: Young Dro]
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
Copyright © 2012 - 2021 BeeLyrics.Net