CLEAN.WHIPS

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[Intro] Zyller Blunt Christ [Verse] Dead thoughts, they might need a head shot Aiming with the red dot, red dot, red dot Get you by our best shot Yeah we speeding, got my gas in trunk receding Going faster, tires bleeding, milk a body like I'm breeding Whips on deck, cleaned out, got 'em with the bleach Fake boys tryna play like toys, niggas tryna reach Fuck bout what you think, you just puss' with that fake supreme All y'all gon' explode, when I'll make y'all fall so fucking deep I stay ten toes, standing, stronger than ever Locked in, locked in, making my mental so bettеr Cannot fuck with you thots, most of y'all be smelling like chеddar They stay on my balls, outside, I know they fucking tethered Flip up tricks like word Doing this since I was born I wake up and then absorb Passion is key, why don't you work? Hurt is key, why don't you learn? You jus' wan' get your life torn Stead of making yourself turned Now you finna' go and burn Finance all my moves then we turn that into luxury I just want some wealth, c'mon man, I need the buttery Can't fall in love with no thot, that's jus' a slut to me Stop tryna distract, man, I'm sick of your fuckery Visualize, visualize Make the heat then visualize Outrage power, cut your lights Breaking bad, I'm stupefied Stupefied, stupefied Time for blasting you at night Make sure your ears sound so bright Have your headache be unlight [Chorus] My whip, shampoo, got C's, I'm blue Blow him down, no flute, run that mouth, we shoot Face fucked, by my boots, big feet like I'm Boots Watch growth from my roots, like fart, we gon' toot My whip, shampoo, got C's, I'm blue Blow him down, no flute, run that mouth, we shoot Face fucked, by my boots, big feet like I'm Boots Watch growth from my roots, like fart, we gon' toot
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- Selfmxdebless