Credits
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Bryan Dominguez
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
It's so clean
It's so clean
What's that oh
What you mean
It's so clean
Look yeah
As I live I get it
Get the ends out With it
Bitch I'm in it
For no Ls I'm winning
Lemme get my shit in
Get my hold up yeah
What's that there
That's type smooth right there
Make me wanna catch another groove Right there
Type of shit to make em wanna move like Yeah Woo!
Gotta get to it
But if it cost my soul then I won't go through it no
See my life through a kaleidoscope
A note hit like opera
No shit I'm chopped but focused
And proper dope shit no caca
So pissed like urine some shit like urine
No fake I'm pure
But so sick no curing
One I like fury
No Nick at nite
Too high to be left
Get that right
Take me down
You can't give that up
I just wanna see people up
Preach no hate
I can't speak that up
Been through shit I can't make that up
So that top spot I must take that up
And not just I In fact I mean us
Cause we can all eat it's way too much
Split that pie like it's dominoes
Talk that cheese I say vamonos
Flexing bitch like I'm Arnold hoe
I stay high but be kinda low
Below freezing cold
I'm too breezy bro
Take it easy bro
Man the sun don't chill
On a roll no pills
Think you can't I will
No Clinton I got bills
And best believe I pay them all
Got that like Bounce like Spaulding baby I Was meant to ball
Got that bounce like Spaulding baby I was Meant to ball
I said that's my call
From the nine but steady on my ten
Can never fall
I told my brothers we gon make it now
It's one for all
And all for one
I live it this it ain't just for fun
It's for my motherfucking funds I'm trying To buy my mom a house
And show to her and pops they son done Took a different route
And they supported from the rip
When I said what I was about
No more dealing
Grab the wheel
And hit that pedal bitch I'm out
Swerve
Swerve
Swerve
Mean Like if he got a whole lotta nerves
She like that I got a way with my words
It's sort of obsurd
I stroke like a fur
Yeah
Yeah
And lately I feel like it's time to takeoff
My engines are roaring
I'm feeling the forming
No time to be dormant
That's taking a loss
Ay
Ay
Spitting that fire like somebody's boss
Silly with bars
The beat I give scars
Now that there's appeal
I'm a big kinda deal
Whoa
Whoa
It's the kid with a million flows
And a soul made of gold
Like the pharaoh behold and I'm cold like The North of the pole whoa
On a roll no pills
Think you can't I will
No Clintons I got bills
And best believe I pay them all
Got that Bounce like Spaulding baby I Was meant to ball
Got that bounce like Spaulding baby I was Meant to ball
I said that's my call
No Clintons
I got bills and best believe I pay them all
Got that Bounce like Spaulding baby I Was meant to ball
Got that Bounce like Spaulding baby I Was meant to ball
Writer(s): Bryan Dominguez
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