Ari Tha Homie & Kugi - Cleeeaaaannnnn (feat. JaRon the Secret) Lyrics

(Aye, She say something 'bout some tacos or some shit?
Pull Up)

I'ma ride clean
I'ma do my mo'f*ckin thing
I'm ridin' clean
Tell me what you mo'f*ckin mean

Hol' on, I just left Fuel City for some tacos
And yeah them hoes was good as f*ck
Always grande size with the nacho
If you don't know, then you don't know enough
Im feeling fresh pressed, feeling like a million buck
It's fresh prince, I been chillin out in Bel-Air
Cruise through Cali my top down, blew a pound gave no f*cks
Fat blunts we just add em up
New verse we just anny up
Teeth chatter palms sweat
Brian James on some road shit
Tombstone to that old shit
DX to my old bitch (suck it)
DM me new bitch with a clear slate and that's true shit
Ride clean, Visine, clear vision, they aint f*ckin with it
No distractions on this road to madness if it take place then it was 'possed to happen
Workaholic gotta work the Magic and I stayed with it like I'm Action Jackson
Don Paxton, nigga Speedy Claxton, and I'm high as f*ck in some high fashion
In a new bitch with a new bitch in a nude bitch, yeah

I'ma ride clean
I'ma do my mo'f*ckin thing
I'm ridin' clean
Tell me what you mo'f*ckin mean

Aye I'm ridin dirty I find purpose my mind searching aye
Got a fine curvy lil dime ridin and my mind dirty aye
She don't mind twerking I'm big chillin cause my line dirty aye
Cause I was riding from the H
With sour diesel like the flying J
I don't too much like the Bombay
Doing nothing but lighting my J's
Ion need no lights in my face
Right now but the loud inside the tank
The lock too hot but I get fried
But I still got icier ways
Fall back like you getting baptized
Cause I know you ain't tryna be saved, hey
I cut up the cake like a holiday
I eat up the cat no apologies
As long as you be my muse
We poppin' til I see the apocalypse
I'm a beast I should work at Metropolis
Come and see me I should have wrote party hit
F*ck the blunt tryna see how yo body hit
The vibes tell me how yo body get
Oh I'm so cool you freezing huh
You getting loose on The Weeknd huh
You want that smoke like a genie huh
Well I want that head like a beanie
And everything come in between it
I only come for a season
Next time I won't come in a Bimmer
Regardless I come in the cleanest, you know

I'ma ride clean
I'ma do my mo'f*ckin thing
I'm ridin' clean
Tell me what you mo'f*ckin mean

Cautious as I'm bendin' cornas. I creep
Just got a text from around the way freak
Say she tryna link up in the sheets
Girl I'm blowin' this tree. I got money on me and some other things on my agenda
Friendly, Neighborhood grain grippa
Certified to make maneuvers. Lane switcha
Just lately been stackin' my paper to the ceiling, topple over thru the millions
Only thing on my mind is smart business moves and alignment wit Higher Intentions
Out of dodge and out of focus
Blur it wit the magic
You don't even see it passin'
Magic carpet in the sky
12 Gauge on it, no Princess Jasmine
(I'm just mo'f*ckin ridin' clean)

I'ma ride clean
I'ma do my mo'f*ckin thing
I'm ridin' clean
Tell me what you mo'f*ckin mean