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Tiger Mafia - Mr. Clean Lyrics



Tiger Mafia - Mr. Clean Lyrics




You can catch me smoking green on the mezzanine
Poured up in my ice cream, call it lean cuisine
G'd up in my DNA that shit's all guanine
Think I broke my bed, shoulda bought a trampoline
Catch me on the scene, got my own smokescreen
Can't never fall off, there's no regression towards the mean
These haters, they harboring aggression towards me
I'm smoother than margarine and fresh like Mr. Clean
I'm super funky fly, I'm fresh like Mr. Clean
These queenies, they fiending for me like some caffeine
I'm magic like genie, girl you know the routine
At the end of the ravine I gotta be careful for the spleen
You know I got that fire, you know I got that gleam
Won't crack under pressure, I'm just like a submarine
Won't never be basic, I'm just not that alkaline
I'm clean like a moonbeam, only see me in your dreams
Call me Mr. Clean, I'm going on a freak patrol
She just want a sheikh, so I might have to play that role
I'm clean up in three languages, got a song in Español
Sometimes I feel like Biggie, I'm so unbelievable
I'm fresh like Mr. Clean and bad and boujee in my soul
Master my technique, make sure my life is meaningful
Now i'm in control and I'm gon' make sure we don't stop
Accomplishing my goals, I'll take us straight up to the top

I don't need these diamonds, bitch I'm really shining
Ain't no f*cking problems yeah, bitch you catch me smiling
I don't have no clock yeah, but it's perfect timing
Told the label I'm no deaf bitch, ain't no f*cking signing
I don't need to flaunt it, all my diamonds supersonic
Suit and tie with gin and tonic, yeah I grew up on the chronic
Getting rich just like I'm Roddy, bitch I move like I'm John Gotti
I don't sit shotty, I don't like frauds up in my party
Throw some line in my Bacardi, making millions with my shawty
Ain't no such thing as a prime, no rewind
Throw some Netflix, sip my wine
Paint some pictures, think designs
Take a breath and realign
Keep it pushing, we'll be fine
If you hear this, it's your sign
Tryna make some art while I figure out my mind
Hit it from the back, only time I am behind
All my watches broken, I just don't believe in time
All the reasons you can't do it is illusions in your mind
Yeah, f*ckers in school always telling my in the barbershop
Mr. Clean ain't this, Mr. Clean ain't that
Shut the f*ck up! Y'all motherf*ckers don't know shit!
Motherf*ckers don't know Mr. Clean
Motherf*ckers talking shit about Mr. Clean like he won't wipe the floor with y'all
Like he won't f*ckin', you know, f*ckin'
Squirt on your bitch like wshh wshh wshh weee wee wee, squeegee squeegee

I be out here so serene, wavy like the sea
The power of Pine-Sol, scent of some Febreze
Not a single stain on me, living breathing bleach
Stay clean is the creed, I ain't talking Michael B.
I ain't talking bout PG, shawty what it be
You'll love how I'm on ya, I could make your body gleam
Make your mattress squeak, maybe let it breathe
But you know the cycle baby, lather rinse repeat
Call me me Mr. Clean if you like to
I could turn your life into a constant wash cycle
Keep you wet, have your head spinning like a gyro
I'll press on your button get you spraying like some Lysol
Tell me what your thoughts is or just tell me that you're topless
Trust me with the bottom and I promise you'll be spotless
Ayy, small circles yeah I know
You just ease you mind and I'ma make that body glow
That's just how I is bring shine to everything I touch
Clean and still so sick I guess a man just got the suds
Even when I end up getting dirty in the mud
Still you will not ever find a smudge upon my mug
And if you need a buffer or a waxing or a coat
Outside to the inside your entire vehicle
I got the solution I'll use every single drop
Girl I guarantee that I won't miss a single spot
Shut the f*ck up!
You know Mr. Clean be shooting in the gym and shit!
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You can catch me smoking green on the mezzanine
Poured up in my ice cream, call it lean cuisine
G'd up in my DNA that shit's all guanine
Think I broke my bed, shoulda bought a trampoline
Catch me on the scene, got my own smokescreen
Can't never fall off, there's no regression towards the mean
These haters, they harboring aggression towards me
I'm smoother than margarine and fresh like Mr. Clean
I'm super funky fly, I'm fresh like Mr. Clean
These queenies, they fiending for me like some caffeine
I'm magic like genie, girl you know the routine
At the end of the ravine I gotta be careful for the spleen
You know I got that fire, you know I got that gleam
Won't crack under pressure, I'm just like a submarine
Won't never be basic, I'm just not that alkaline
I'm clean like a moonbeam, only see me in your dreams
Call me Mr. Clean, I'm going on a freak patrol
She just want a sheikh, so I might have to play that role
I'm clean up in three languages, got a song in Español
Sometimes I feel like Biggie, I'm so unbelievable
I'm fresh like Mr. Clean and bad and boujee in my soul
Master my technique, make sure my life is meaningful
Now i'm in control and I'm gon' make sure we don't stop
Accomplishing my goals, I'll take us straight up to the top

I don't need these diamonds, bitch I'm really shining
Ain't no f*cking problems yeah, bitch you catch me smiling
I don't have no clock yeah, but it's perfect timing
Told the label I'm no deaf bitch, ain't no f*cking signing
I don't need to flaunt it, all my diamonds supersonic
Suit and tie with gin and tonic, yeah I grew up on the chronic
Getting rich just like I'm Roddy, bitch I move like I'm John Gotti
I don't sit shotty, I don't like frauds up in my party
Throw some line in my Bacardi, making millions with my shawty
Ain't no such thing as a prime, no rewind
Throw some Netflix, sip my wine
Paint some pictures, think designs
Take a breath and realign
Keep it pushing, we'll be fine
If you hear this, it's your sign
Tryna make some art while I figure out my mind
Hit it from the back, only time I am behind
All my watches broken, I just don't believe in time
All the reasons you can't do it is illusions in your mind
Yeah, f*ckers in school always telling my in the barbershop
Mr. Clean ain't this, Mr. Clean ain't that
Shut the f*ck up! Y'all motherf*ckers don't know shit!
Motherf*ckers don't know Mr. Clean
Motherf*ckers talking shit about Mr. Clean like he won't wipe the floor with y'all
Like he won't f*ckin', you know, f*ckin'
Squirt on your bitch like wshh wshh wshh weee wee wee, squeegee squeegee

I be out here so serene, wavy like the sea
The power of Pine-Sol, scent of some Febreze
Not a single stain on me, living breathing bleach
Stay clean is the creed, I ain't talking Michael B.
I ain't talking bout PG, shawty what it be
You'll love how I'm on ya, I could make your body gleam
Make your mattress squeak, maybe let it breathe
But you know the cycle baby, lather rinse repeat
Call me me Mr. Clean if you like to
I could turn your life into a constant wash cycle
Keep you wet, have your head spinning like a gyro
I'll press on your button get you spraying like some Lysol
Tell me what your thoughts is or just tell me that you're topless
Trust me with the bottom and I promise you'll be spotless
Ayy, small circles yeah I know
You just ease you mind and I'ma make that body glow
That's just how I is bring shine to everything I touch
Clean and still so sick I guess a man just got the suds
Even when I end up getting dirty in the mud
Still you will not ever find a smudge upon my mug
And if you need a buffer or a waxing or a coat
Outside to the inside your entire vehicle
I got the solution I'll use every single drop
Girl I guarantee that I won't miss a single spot
Shut the f*ck up!
You know Mr. Clean be shooting in the gym and shit!
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Writer: Alfonso Juarez, Lord Understanding Diggs, Saijo Josai
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