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Boko - Clean Up Lyrics



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She just wanna know about this rap shit
Beef and flacko jerky, we gon' fly till this tap hit
OVO, but I ain't sold my soul for a pay rise
So you bitches better listen if I save some
Paste in the dead, sing my song from a coffin
My fit fly to death and the plague come a knockin
The case, that I enlisted might save some other nigga
Cause beef is only repetition till a bullet hit ya
Hold your horses, this gold is shining bright
With these academic letters, my bitches riding right
This cough, no stress, might see it in my eyes
My bitch, my ex, no love is here tonight
We be ridin' with the windows painted down
My bank need a separate vault for the bank account
When she gold chase them gold plates, yeah
Aye, all of this ground shit is tricky, I take air
I put off the weights, now the play here
Take a couple percs, I ain't messin' with that talk
Now hop inside the coupe, hit the juul
These bitches never walk, when it's up, she a dupe
Hoopin' off my line to the three, wish I knew
That I air balled my shot, now my defense need a juke
I'm goin' off my shit, do my visits need a rule?
Aye, I don't know where I'm goin
When I portal it back home
And every city mournin' if the nation really go
I'm imitatin' life and I'm sendin' it back twice
With a message on my mind, told that bitch to wine and dine
Clean up, told it on my prenup
I'm a big stepper, with a car, I call a beat up
Bought a big step, so much dirt, this shit be foul
On my date, told my bitch, yo, track back with the vow
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She just wanna know about this rap shit
Beef and flacko jerky, we gon' fly till this tap hit
OVO, but I ain't sold my soul for a pay rise
So you bitches better listen if I save some
Paste in the dead, sing my song from a coffin
My fit fly to death and the plague come a knockin
The case, that I enlisted might save some other nigga
Cause beef is only repetition till a bullet hit ya
Hold your horses, this gold is shining bright
With these academic letters, my bitches riding right
This cough, no stress, might see it in my eyes
My bitch, my ex, no love is here tonight
We be ridin' with the windows painted down
My bank need a separate vault for the bank account
When she gold chase them gold plates, yeah
Aye, all of this ground shit is tricky, I take air
I put off the weights, now the play here
Take a couple percs, I ain't messin' with that talk
Now hop inside the coupe, hit the juul
These bitches never walk, when it's up, she a dupe
Hoopin' off my line to the three, wish I knew
That I air balled my shot, now my defense need a juke
I'm goin' off my shit, do my visits need a rule?
Aye, I don't know where I'm goin
When I portal it back home
And every city mournin' if the nation really go
I'm imitatin' life and I'm sendin' it back twice
With a message on my mind, told that bitch to wine and dine
Clean up, told it on my prenup
I'm a big stepper, with a car, I call a beat up
Bought a big step, so much dirt, this shit be foul
On my date, told my bitch, yo, track back with the vow
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Writer: Boštjan Hočevar
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Boko
Language: English
Length: 2:15
Written by: Boštjan Hočevar

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