| Down bad he feeling like ain’t no one to run to
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| Ain’t one of my potna dem then nigga fuck you
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| Ain’t riding with him then I probably got that glizzy glued
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| Send one of your lil' steppers to get knocked up out his shoes
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| Send one of your lil' steppers to get put up on the news
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| Toting big .40's that make you sing like you need autotune
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| Call the cleaning crew, pull up with mop sticks and have the broom
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| Call the cleaning crew, broad day whatever he gon' leave you
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| It’s easy to touch a nigga when you playing with them bands
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| Type of money I could get you wacked, uh, by ya man
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| Type of money make me know why momma n’em say don’t trust yo friend
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| 'Cause these niggas be dead wrong and just gon' cross you in the end
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| Keep ya lil' hand out, don’t worry 'bout Jack, he gon' be alright
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| Fuck the pilot baby, I’m the flyest on this private flight
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| Rockin' Off-White, thank the lord no more off nights
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| I tote big pipes, sorry mom, I like gun fights
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| RIP 2Pac but like him we caught lil' one at the light
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| I can’t speak on you and yours but me and mine gon' shoot on sight
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| Tell lil' boy up the 30, I said I’m up there like a kite
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| All my niggas that be with me, don’t care if I’m wrong, don’t care if I’m right
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| All my niggas them they be violent, ran up stolo mileage
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| Spinnin', pullin triggers til' we catching arthritis
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| Better yet gon' catch us a body
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| Choppa got titties tryna get naughty
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| And I’m creeping late night with the zombies
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| Late night, ya got caught in ya pajamas
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| Down bad he feeling like ain’t no one to run to
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| Ain’t one of my potna dem then nigga fuck you
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| Ain’t riding with him then I probably got that glizzy glued
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| Send one of your lil' steppers to get knocked up out his shoes
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| Send one of your lil' steppers to get put up on the news
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| Toting big .40's that make you sing like you need autotune
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| Call the cleaning crew, pull up with mop sticks and have the broom
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| Call the cleaning crew, broad day whatever he gon' leave you
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| Before he even much started he knew he was gon' win
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| Lil' bad ass jit walk around with no shoes, finally ran up all them bands
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| Bad ass jit used to walk with no shoes, look how niggas envy him
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| Fucked around and jumped on protools now these bitches jump on him
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| Selling sand there was plenty sand, I just play with grams
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| Give a damn about what you saying, I’mma let it blam
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| Let it blam make you disappear, a la ka kazzam
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| Boy go ham that is not yo fam, left you in a jam
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| Free Jaray, she was right here with me, doing day for day
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| Don’t talk to you but every other month so son make sure you straight
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| Real nigga, he step to the plate gon' make something shake
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| Real nigga, he grind for them racks then got out the way
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| Down bad he feeling like ain’t no one to run to
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| Ain’t one of my potna dem then nigga fuck you
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| Ain’t riding with him then I probably got that glizzy glued
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| Send one of your lil' steppers to get knocked up out his shoes
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| Send one of your lil' steppers to get put up on the news
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| Toting big .40's that make you sing like you need autotune
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| Call the cleaning crew, pull up with mop sticks and have the broom
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| Call the cleaning crew, broad day whatever he gon' leave you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cleaning Crew , by - Jackboy. Song from the album Jackboy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп