Palaze, what you cookin'?
Ill Leet, ah
Flow too clean, wipe ya feet on the mat
Bitch talk mean, beat out her back
Run up on me, I got the gat
I'm gon' swing, right off the bat
Feen for the cheese, bitch you a rat
Do what I please, don't gotta ask
Poppin' these beans, I gotta blast
I pull strings, ain't none attached
What do you mean? Man, I can't relax
Smokin' my trees, hittin' the gas
Like a machine, spittin' the facts
Female teen, gettin' the racks
Male teen, I got the sack
No Halloween, I got the bag
Ain't what it seem, this really that
Livin' my dream, ain't goin' back
Ridin' my wave, you ain't got a board
Cartier shades, they can't afford
Rockin' these J's, I got the 4's
I gotta praise, thankin' the lord
Tampa Bay Rays, I gotta score
Raised in the Bay, right on the shore
I had to save, bitch I was poor
You make it rain, I make it pour
Mama look at me, I'm the man, aye
I ain't have a B in the plan
Now they all see like the sand
Now she want the D like a tran
Booty got me in a trance
Chopper gon' sing, make ya dance
My whole team got the bands
Rock with my team, like a band
Flow too clean, wipe ya feet on the mat
Bitch talk mean, beat out her back
Run up on me, I got the gat
I'm gon' swing, right off the bat
Feen for the cheese, bitch you a rat
Do what I please, don't gotta ask
Poppin' these beans, I gotta blast
I pull strings, ain't none attached
What do you mean? Man, I can't relax
Smokin' my trees, hittin' the gas
Like a machine, spittin' the facts
Female teen, gettin' the racks
Male teen, I got the sack
No Halloween, I got the bag
Ain't what it seem, this really that
Livin' my dream, ain't goin' back
I got the bag, just like a store
Unlock the swag, just like a door
Don't mean to brag, I'm kinda bored
Throwing up Drak, and 2-4
I used to slack, not anymore
My bitch bad, you got a whore
Countin' up racks, money galore
Why you mad? It was funny before
Flow too clean, brought out the mop
Ain't on my team, so you a opp
Makin' a scene, so you a cop
Makin' this green, count up the guap
Dread-locks, I do not cap
You'll get knocked, right off the map
Came from the rocks, somethin' like a trap
I don't adopt, I just adapt
Mama look at me, I'm the man, aye
I ain't have a B in the plan
Now they all see like the sand
Now she want the D like a tran
Booty got me in a trance
Chopper gon' sing, make ya dance
My whole team got the bands
Rock with my team, like a
Ill Leet - Too Clean Lyrics
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Palaze, what you cookin'?
Ill Leet, ah
Flow too clean, wipe ya feet on the mat
Bitch talk mean, beat out her back
Run up on me, I got the gat
I'm gon' swing, right off the bat
Feen for the cheese, bitch you a rat
Do what I please, don't gotta ask
Poppin' these beans, I gotta blast
I pull strings, ain't none attached
What do you mean? Man, I can't relax
Smokin' my trees, hittin' the gas
Like a machine, spittin' the facts
Female teen, gettin' the racks
Male teen, I got the sack
No Halloween, I got the bag
Ain't what it seem, this really that
Livin' my dream, ain't goin' back
Ridin' my wave, you ain't got a board
Cartier shades, they can't afford
Rockin' these J's, I got the 4's
I gotta praise, thankin' the lord
Tampa Bay Rays, I gotta score
Raised in the Bay, right on the shore
I had to save, bitch I was poor
You make it rain, I make it pour
Mama look at me, I'm the man, aye
I ain't have a B in the plan
Now they all see like the sand
Now she want the D like a tran
Booty got me in a trance
Chopper gon' sing, make ya dance
My whole team got the bands
Rock with my team, like a band
Flow too clean, wipe ya feet on the mat
Bitch talk mean, beat out her back
Run up on me, I got the gat
I'm gon' swing, right off the bat
Feen for the cheese, bitch you a rat
Do what I please, don't gotta ask
Poppin' these beans, I gotta blast
I pull strings, ain't none attached
What do you mean? Man, I can't relax
Smokin' my trees, hittin' the gas
Like a machine, spittin' the facts
Female teen, gettin' the racks
Male teen, I got the sack
No Halloween, I got the bag
Ain't what it seem, this really that
Livin' my dream, ain't goin' back
I got the bag, just like a store
Unlock the swag, just like a door
Don't mean to brag, I'm kinda bored
Throwing up Drak, and 2-4
I used to slack, not anymore
My bitch bad, you got a whore
Countin' up racks, money galore
Why you mad? It was funny before
Flow too clean, brought out the mop
Ain't on my team, so you a opp
Makin' a scene, so you a cop
Makin' this green, count up the guap
Dread-locks, I do not cap
You'll get knocked, right off the map
Came from the rocks, somethin' like a trap
I don't adopt, I just adapt
Mama look at me, I'm the man, aye
I ain't have a B in the plan
Now they all see like the sand
Now she want the D like a tran
Booty got me in a trance
Chopper gon' sing, make ya dance
My whole team got the bands
Rock with my team, like a
Ill Leet, ah
Flow too clean, wipe ya feet on the mat
Bitch talk mean, beat out her back
Run up on me, I got the gat
I'm gon' swing, right off the bat
Feen for the cheese, bitch you a rat
Do what I please, don't gotta ask
Poppin' these beans, I gotta blast
I pull strings, ain't none attached
What do you mean? Man, I can't relax
Smokin' my trees, hittin' the gas
Like a machine, spittin' the facts
Female teen, gettin' the racks
Male teen, I got the sack
No Halloween, I got the bag
Ain't what it seem, this really that
Livin' my dream, ain't goin' back
Ridin' my wave, you ain't got a board
Cartier shades, they can't afford
Rockin' these J's, I got the 4's
I gotta praise, thankin' the lord
Tampa Bay Rays, I gotta score
Raised in the Bay, right on the shore
I had to save, bitch I was poor
You make it rain, I make it pour
Mama look at me, I'm the man, aye
I ain't have a B in the plan
Now they all see like the sand
Now she want the D like a tran
Booty got me in a trance
Chopper gon' sing, make ya dance
My whole team got the bands
Rock with my team, like a band
Flow too clean, wipe ya feet on the mat
Bitch talk mean, beat out her back
Run up on me, I got the gat
I'm gon' swing, right off the bat
Feen for the cheese, bitch you a rat
Do what I please, don't gotta ask
Poppin' these beans, I gotta blast
I pull strings, ain't none attached
What do you mean? Man, I can't relax
Smokin' my trees, hittin' the gas
Like a machine, spittin' the facts
Female teen, gettin' the racks
Male teen, I got the sack
No Halloween, I got the bag
Ain't what it seem, this really that
Livin' my dream, ain't goin' back
I got the bag, just like a store
Unlock the swag, just like a door
Don't mean to brag, I'm kinda bored
Throwing up Drak, and 2-4
I used to slack, not anymore
My bitch bad, you got a whore
Countin' up racks, money galore
Why you mad? It was funny before
Flow too clean, brought out the mop
Ain't on my team, so you a opp
Makin' a scene, so you a cop
Makin' this green, count up the guap
Dread-locks, I do not cap
You'll get knocked, right off the map
Came from the rocks, somethin' like a trap
I don't adopt, I just adapt
Mama look at me, I'm the man, aye
I ain't have a B in the plan
Now they all see like the sand
Now she want the D like a tran
Booty got me in a trance
Chopper gon' sing, make ya dance
My whole team got the bands
Rock with my team, like a
Writer: Khalid Yazid
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