Know that i'm sippin that dirty
But baby you know that i'm clean yeah
Know that I'm sippin that dirty
Know that I'm sippin that dirty
But baby you know that I'm clean yeah
Know I'm gone ride with that thirty
And got a banana clip in a machine yeah
Only time I pop a shot if you tryin' the gang you know I'm gone beam ya
All of my niggas count cash
Know we gotta get our own bag
Run it up let em eat the dust
I got hoes on my dang nuts
I got cheese on my fingers
Act runnin through my pancreas
(Count it up, count it up, count it up)
Lil shawty, lil shawty, lil shawty bet come wit that bag
I hop in the foreign I'm pushin a button go fast
What happened, what happened, what happened when ya was curvin' me
Got some rackades now you slurpin' me
You thought revenge dick was hurting me
My love for this money is crazy baby you know I'm all about currency
But I slide on these bad hoes with urgency
The diamonds be wetter than ocean seas
Suck on my dick baby, baby please
Gone fill up the rover wit 80 keys
The aroma it's cookin it made me sneeze
I'm feedin my dawgs not no pedigree
That cash come with beef like it's celery
The ice had yo bitch movin like a ski
I bust down her wrist she glow silently
I'm feeling my drive and vitality
Yeah
All of these hoes on go
All of my niggas gone blow
Suck on that dick don't choke
I can see f*ck niggas right through the scope
You gonna need a blessing from the pope
Cuz demons is coming they slide with them poles
You know we drumming, we rock out the shows
I'm ridin the beat they say I switch the flow
Know that I'm sippin that dirty
But baby you know that I'm clean yeah
Know I'm gone ride with that thirty
And got a banana clip in a machine yeah
Only time I pop a shot if you tryin' the gang you know I'm gone beam ya
All of my niggas count cash
Know we gotta get our own bag
Run it up let em eat the dust
I got hoes on my dang nuts
I got cheese on my fingers
Act runnin through my pancreas
(Count it up, count it up, count it up)
Lil shawty, lil shawty, lil shawty bet come wit that bag
I hop in the foreign I'm pushin a button go fast
We is not worried bout bitches
My pockets bout fat as whale
We know what happens snitches
Cuz we know you tattlin tales
We buzzin like 88 flies
I got about 88 lives
Yeen' got 88 ties
We movin at 88 miles
It's comin
It's comin
It's bomin
It's bomin
Them hunnids
Them hunnids
We count em
We thumbin
We made our own way, turned nothin' to somethin'
L2D2 know that stuntin
Shootin' my shot you that i'm splashin'
Dripped in designer she peepin' the fashion
Suck on my dick she do it with passion
She don't believe me told her to ask em
I'm pourin' some mud that's thick as some paint
We drowin in drugs we can't feel the pain
I'm covered in water might need a drain
She think that I love her it's all in her brain
I'm countin these racks I'm not here for fame
I'm clean as a pimp that chopper my cane
I'm goin too crazy no way I'm sane
Know that I'm sippin that dirty
But baby you know that I'm clean yeah
Know I'm gone ride with that thirty
And got a banana clip in a machine yeah
Only time I pop a shot if you tryin' the gang you know I'm gone beam ya
All of my niggas count cash
Know we gotta get our own bag
Run it up let em eat the dust
I got hoes on my dang nuts
I got cheese on my fingers
Act runnin through my pancreas
(Count it up, count it up, count it up)
Lil shawty, lil shawty, lil shawty bet come wit that bag
I hop in the foreign I'm pushin a button go fast
Lil Ayi Hit - Clean Lyrics
Lil Ayi Hit - Clean Lyrics
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Know that i'm sippin that dirty
But baby you know that i'm clean yeah
Know that I'm sippin that dirty
Know that I'm sippin that dirty
But baby you know that I'm clean yeah
Know I'm gone ride with that thirty
And got a banana clip in a machine yeah
Only time I pop a shot if you tryin' the gang you know I'm gone beam ya
All of my niggas count cash
Know we gotta get our own bag
Run it up let em eat the dust
I got hoes on my dang nuts
I got cheese on my fingers
Act runnin through my pancreas
(Count it up, count it up, count it up)
Lil shawty, lil shawty, lil shawty bet come wit that bag
I hop in the foreign I'm pushin a button go fast
What happened, what happened, what happened when ya was curvin' me
Got some rackades now you slurpin' me
You thought revenge dick was hurting me
My love for this money is crazy baby you know I'm all about currency
But I slide on these bad hoes with urgency
The diamonds be wetter than ocean seas
Suck on my dick baby, baby please
Gone fill up the rover wit 80 keys
The aroma it's cookin it made me sneeze
I'm feedin my dawgs not no pedigree
That cash come with beef like it's celery
The ice had yo bitch movin like a ski
I bust down her wrist she glow silently
I'm feeling my drive and vitality
Yeah
All of these hoes on go
All of my niggas gone blow
Suck on that dick don't choke
I can see f*ck niggas right through the scope
You gonna need a blessing from the pope
Cuz demons is coming they slide with them poles
You know we drumming, we rock out the shows
I'm ridin the beat they say I switch the flow
Know that I'm sippin that dirty
But baby you know that I'm clean yeah
Know I'm gone ride with that thirty
And got a banana clip in a machine yeah
Only time I pop a shot if you tryin' the gang you know I'm gone beam ya
All of my niggas count cash
Know we gotta get our own bag
Run it up let em eat the dust
I got hoes on my dang nuts
I got cheese on my fingers
Act runnin through my pancreas
(Count it up, count it up, count it up)
Lil shawty, lil shawty, lil shawty bet come wit that bag
I hop in the foreign I'm pushin a button go fast
We is not worried bout bitches
My pockets bout fat as whale
We know what happens snitches
Cuz we know you tattlin tales
We buzzin like 88 flies
I got about 88 lives
Yeen' got 88 ties
We movin at 88 miles
It's comin
It's comin
It's bomin
It's bomin
Them hunnids
Them hunnids
We count em
We thumbin
We made our own way, turned nothin' to somethin'
L2D2 know that stuntin
Shootin' my shot you that i'm splashin'
Dripped in designer she peepin' the fashion
Suck on my dick she do it with passion
She don't believe me told her to ask em
I'm pourin' some mud that's thick as some paint
We drowin in drugs we can't feel the pain
I'm covered in water might need a drain
She think that I love her it's all in her brain
I'm countin these racks I'm not here for fame
I'm clean as a pimp that chopper my cane
I'm goin too crazy no way I'm sane
Know that I'm sippin that dirty
But baby you know that I'm clean yeah
Know I'm gone ride with that thirty
And got a banana clip in a machine yeah
Only time I pop a shot if you tryin' the gang you know I'm gone beam ya
All of my niggas count cash
Know we gotta get our own bag
Run it up let em eat the dust
I got hoes on my dang nuts
I got cheese on my fingers
Act runnin through my pancreas
(Count it up, count it up, count it up)
Lil shawty, lil shawty, lil shawty bet come wit that bag
I hop in the foreign I'm pushin a button go fast
But baby you know that i'm clean yeah
Know that I'm sippin that dirty
Know that I'm sippin that dirty
But baby you know that I'm clean yeah
Know I'm gone ride with that thirty
And got a banana clip in a machine yeah
Only time I pop a shot if you tryin' the gang you know I'm gone beam ya
All of my niggas count cash
Know we gotta get our own bag
Run it up let em eat the dust
I got hoes on my dang nuts
I got cheese on my fingers
Act runnin through my pancreas
(Count it up, count it up, count it up)
Lil shawty, lil shawty, lil shawty bet come wit that bag
I hop in the foreign I'm pushin a button go fast
What happened, what happened, what happened when ya was curvin' me
Got some rackades now you slurpin' me
You thought revenge dick was hurting me
My love for this money is crazy baby you know I'm all about currency
But I slide on these bad hoes with urgency
The diamonds be wetter than ocean seas
Suck on my dick baby, baby please
Gone fill up the rover wit 80 keys
The aroma it's cookin it made me sneeze
I'm feedin my dawgs not no pedigree
That cash come with beef like it's celery
The ice had yo bitch movin like a ski
I bust down her wrist she glow silently
I'm feeling my drive and vitality
Yeah
All of these hoes on go
All of my niggas gone blow
Suck on that dick don't choke
I can see f*ck niggas right through the scope
You gonna need a blessing from the pope
Cuz demons is coming they slide with them poles
You know we drumming, we rock out the shows
I'm ridin the beat they say I switch the flow
Know that I'm sippin that dirty
But baby you know that I'm clean yeah
Know I'm gone ride with that thirty
And got a banana clip in a machine yeah
Only time I pop a shot if you tryin' the gang you know I'm gone beam ya
All of my niggas count cash
Know we gotta get our own bag
Run it up let em eat the dust
I got hoes on my dang nuts
I got cheese on my fingers
Act runnin through my pancreas
(Count it up, count it up, count it up)
Lil shawty, lil shawty, lil shawty bet come wit that bag
I hop in the foreign I'm pushin a button go fast
We is not worried bout bitches
My pockets bout fat as whale
We know what happens snitches
Cuz we know you tattlin tales
We buzzin like 88 flies
I got about 88 lives
Yeen' got 88 ties
We movin at 88 miles
It's comin
It's comin
It's bomin
It's bomin
Them hunnids
Them hunnids
We count em
We thumbin
We made our own way, turned nothin' to somethin'
L2D2 know that stuntin
Shootin' my shot you that i'm splashin'
Dripped in designer she peepin' the fashion
Suck on my dick she do it with passion
She don't believe me told her to ask em
I'm pourin' some mud that's thick as some paint
We drowin in drugs we can't feel the pain
I'm covered in water might need a drain
She think that I love her it's all in her brain
I'm countin these racks I'm not here for fame
I'm clean as a pimp that chopper my cane
I'm goin too crazy no way I'm sane
Know that I'm sippin that dirty
But baby you know that I'm clean yeah
Know I'm gone ride with that thirty
And got a banana clip in a machine yeah
Only time I pop a shot if you tryin' the gang you know I'm gone beam ya
All of my niggas count cash
Know we gotta get our own bag
Run it up let em eat the dust
I got hoes on my dang nuts
I got cheese on my fingers
Act runnin through my pancreas
(Count it up, count it up, count it up)
Lil shawty, lil shawty, lil shawty bet come wit that bag
I hop in the foreign I'm pushin a button go fast
Writer: Pierre Boursiquot II
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid