Comin Clean Rollin Mean lyrics

by

Three 6 Mafia


[Hook]
n*ggas comin' clean, rollin' mean
I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this sh*t
This that type of sh*t that'll make you click
To get yo ass in
n*ggas comin' clean, rollin' mean
I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this sh*t
This that type of sh*t that'll make you click
To get yo ass in
n*ggas comin' clean, rollin' mean
I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this sh*t
This that type of sh*t that'll make you click
To get yo ass in
n*ggas comin' clean, rollin' mean
I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this sh*t
This that type of sh*t that'll make you click
To get yo ass in
n*ggas comin' clean, rollin' mean
I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this sh*t
This that type of sh*t that'll make you click
To get yo ass in

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Ballin' through my hood, ain't you clean fool
Show love finna get stuck up
Tell that b*tch ain't my thing, sweet black sugar f*ckin' stang
Laid back, Glock tight, full of that Tanqueray
When I scope I hope a n*gga drop off that cheese
I don't wanna hurt nobody unless I gotta click for them keys, mane let's stick up these
H-izz-oe in the h-izz-oe sp-izz-ot, G-I-M-I Sum, Lil Buck
Pistol grip, pistol whip, don't you trip without yo clip my nig
If you ain't kinfolk, Deuce double one is what me do
Biddy bop me Glock pop on yo chest
Unless you brought yo bulletproof
I'm jealous, fellas roll too clean
I gotta get mine so I wanna take yours
Smack me with somethin', not locked, f*ck b*tches, gonna kick it on in
Don't you shout, don't you make no noise
I'm down to die for mine all the time
Lay yo b*tch ass down clown, seventeen rounds
I can shoot at yo face, I won't miss, turn on this
Infrared got you scared, Pappa Paul pluggin' heads
Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick
Jack with a Jason mask on that b*tch
Terrifyin' these n*ggas soul, 666 we like that sh*t
Biatch
[Verse 2: 411]
I'm chiefin', I'm smokin' (?) keep me high
Indo go up in my mind, cappin' these b*tches (?)
(?) from the South
Gimme da f*ckin' cheese trick before I commence to pull my yawk
Bullet to ya scapula, b*tch don't gimme no hesitation
Cuz a n*gga like 411, I'm quick to click with aggravation
Determination in my blood, wait for a b*tch or n*gga to splurge
I'm creepin' (?) I'm robbin' you n*ggas (?)
When I strap my .4-5 Glock I'm constantly creepin' that's no surprise
n*gga this ain't no bad dream, open yo mothaf*ckin' eyes
Finga on da trigga, thinkin' crazy when I'm anxiously
(?) in the progress of a robbery
No need for the 411 to ask for ya mothaf*ckin' stash spot
Prepared to cap yo ass in da head and run off with yo f*ckin' rocks
(?) scene
Another pimp from the South, 411, I'm comin' clean

[Hook]
n*ggas comin' clean, rollin' mean
I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this sh*t
This that type of sh*t that'll make you click
To get yo ass in
n*ggas comin' clean, rollin' mean
I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this sh*t
This that type of sh*t that'll make you click
To get yo ass in
n*ggas comin' clean, rollin' mean
I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this sh*t
This that type of sh*t that'll make you click
To get yo ass in
n*ggas comin' clean, rollin' mean
I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this sh*t
This that type of sh*t that'll make you click
To get yo ass in
n*ggas comin' clean, rollin' mean
I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this sh*t
This that type of sh*t that'll make you click
To get yo ass in
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