Mr. Clean

What the fuck a nigga mean? Bitches treat me like a king You can call me Mr. Clean I just lied to your hoe Put on autotune and told her I can really sing Run up on me I'ma squeeze Packin count the back end Then we leave Fuck the show money, that ain't no money I make more money sellin p s Thank the Lord he blessed me with another plug So you know I ran off on my other plug I miss the with og and They can get it, I'm runnin up My niggas be hatin I smell it I duckin' and dodgin' felonies I would just pull up broad day and start blowin' at you But I know they gonna tell on me I left in a rental car, had about twenty on me But came back with just money on me I'm fucking these bitches, she just can't stop squirtin' on me She be suckin' and slurpin on me Call up the da baby and tell 'em, stop shittin' on me All this sauce be drippin' on me See me in person and said it looked different on me Saw all of my pictures, put kisses on 'em Can't fuck with niggas cause niggas be switchin' on me I always saw a bitch in homie I'm in the mall with my daughter in flip flops But I still got a pistol on me I buy my everyday guy with me But I still keep the ride with me Two forties feel like the mob with me Fuck what they talkin bout I be like What the fuck a nigga mean? Bitches treat me like a king You can call me Mr Clean I just lied to your hoe Put on autotune and told her I can really sing Run up on me I'ma squeeze Packin count the back end Then we leave Fuck the show money, that ain't no money I make more money sellin p s What the fuck a nigga mean? What the fuck a nigga mean? What the fuck a nigga mean?