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letra de no shoes - clean up man

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)

[verse 1: clean up man]
finna call ktrip like, “where the ‘bows at?”
this not an escort service, quit askin’ where the hoes at
make a n-gga dance when i shoot where his toes at
n-ggas out here f-cked up like they don’t know where the road at

[verse 2: ktrip]
i just bought up all the lean, i’m tryna find out where some more at
for that pape’, i’ll dress in all black like i’m kodak
you tried to slide and you got hit, dead mission
bro paid two hundred a line, he only a red sipper
[verse 3: clean up man]
my n-gga keep zaza like he know pachulia
you couldn’t be clean up if i f-ckin’ tutored you
n-gga face got lv print, i stomped him in some louis shoes
cut into a b-tch for the head, d-mn, i’m so rude

[verse 4: ktrip]
today, i brung the dubs out, i ain’t got no blues
this lil’ b-tch a bum, she probably ain’t even got no shoes
i hit her and her best friend, they ain’t got no clue
this n-gga actin’ tough with his gun, b-tch, i got one too

[verse 5: clean up man]
the opps tryna fix the beef like they ain’t got no tools
i f-cked her in my fendi flops like i ain’t got no shoes
you ain’t got no pape’, n-gga, who the f-ck is you?
a b-tch can’t get sh-t outta me, not a lunchable

[verse 6: ktrip]
i hate when broke n-ggas around, i get uncomfortable
b-tch, i can lose it all and have a fifty in a month or two
this b-tch in her feelings, how you mad i don’t wanna f-ck with you?
you spent all your money on that b-tch, that’s what a cluck’d do

[interlude: clean up man]
yup, that’s what a cluck’d do
you trippin’ on this b-tch, ktrip
[verse 7: clean up man]
f-ck an internet beef, b-tch, we play sh-t different
pull up to your hood store and get to sprayin’ n-ggas
this ain’t no video game, i ain’t playin’ with n-ggas
f-cked around and robbed a rapper, he ain’t have no paper with him
we’re blowin’ big boogies over here, you an eighthy n-gga
shot an opp downtown walkin’ in front of eighty victims
n-ggas never seen a band until they seen semblance
you better keep your b-tch close because i’m good at trickin’
i don’t want no smoke with the opps, them n-ggas good at snitchin’

- clean up man

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