Lyrics to Face Clean
Featuring Bo Deal & Lil Durk
(Intro)
These niggas out here man, they be talkin man
Twitter thugs, Instagram thugs
Better you bet you can't, your face hurt nigga
You can't come to the hood nigga
Not here, not anywhere
(Hook x2)
My face clean, yo face dirty
My bitch clean, yo bitch dirty
My trap clean, yo trap dirty
My bricks clean, yo bricks dirty
(Verse)
My face clean, my trap clean
These haters on my dick like crack fiends
It's Fresh Gang I'm getting money
Dropped beast mode, now they love me
I'm sud up, I ain't got no words
Money long, I ain't got no words
My bitch clean, she sit and talk
32, she sit and talk
No money in the streets, they all sketchy
Everybody say they real but they all snitchin
Fuck this G code, they all lie
Cause keep sellin but I'm not blind
Yall started from the bottom, yall still there
Fuck nigga ways cause you know well
Yea I'm ridin dirty, I'm ridin clean
I still made it, my face clean
My house clean, yo house dirty
My money clean, yo money dirty
My block clean, yo block dirty
It's Fresh Gang, we coming, pussy
(Hook x2)
My face clean, yo face dirty
My bitch clean, yo bitch dirty
My trap clean, yo trap dirty
My bricks clean, yo bricks dirty
(Verse)
My bitch clean, my whip clean
I went to the Audi hoe when I was 15
I've been flexin, bluntin shit since I was 16
5 star universal, what that shit mean?
That mean I ran shit, by floor
Plugged like a mic chord
All my young niggas blow and dance like night court
Catch me in the club, money long, I'm like hi, whore
Way I'm livin lavish and if something niggas die for it
Yea, this money pussy niggas cry for it
But if you want drama, bring it on, you in the right store
It's cold deal, they playin my team
We clean, ball in Chicago, I ran that scene
(Hook x2)
My face clean, yo face dirty
My bitch clean, yo bitch dirty
My trap clean, yo trap dirty
My bricks clean, yo bricks dirty
(Verse)
That mac clean with that 9 drills
He spot down in that 30
Run nigga quick but I'm down 30
To my nigga Law with a half a 30
All black Benz, that's the Master 30
Savage niggas with me so I ain't worried
Money over bitches so I ain't worried
I need pots
Don't come around if it's too dark
My young nigga on that spot
Headshot, don't like that leg shot, come they be shot
Got them killers with me, I keep them hitters with me just to turn up
Cross me while them killas with me, they be leavin burnt up
Both niggas be talkin like school to say nigga count up
Rollie on me 1000 but frankly so nigga count up
100 bands, ain't 100 for my parents,
Rob me, take a chance
If he take this chance then a choppa takin off his hands
(Hook x2)
My face clean, yo face dirty
My bitch clean, yo bitch dirty
My trap clean, yo trap dirty
My bricks clean, yo bricks dirty
(Intro)
These niggas out here man, they be talkin man
Twitter thugs, Instagram thugs
Better you bet you can't, your face hurt nigga
You can't come to the hood nigga
Not here, not anywhere
(Hook x2)
My face clean, yo face dirty
My bitch clean, yo bitch dirty
My trap clean, yo trap dirty
My bricks clean, yo bricks dirty
(Verse)
My face clean, my trap clean
These haters on my dick like crack fiends
It's Fresh Gang I'm getting money
Dropped beast mode, now they love me
I'm sud up, I ain't got no words
Money long, I ain't got no words
My bitch clean, she sit and talk
32, she sit and talk
No money in the streets, they all sketchy
Everybody say they real but they all snitchin
Fuck this G code, they all lie
Cause keep sellin but I'm not blind
Yall started from the bottom, yall still there
Fuck nigga ways cause you know well
Yea I'm ridin dirty, I'm ridin clean
I still made it, my face clean
My house clean, yo house dirty
My money clean, yo money dirty
My block clean, yo block dirty
It's Fresh Gang, we coming, pussy
(Hook x2)
My face clean, yo face dirty
My bitch clean, yo bitch dirty
My trap clean, yo trap dirty
My bricks clean, yo bricks dirty
(Verse)
My bitch clean, my whip clean
I went to the Audi hoe when I was 15
I've been flexin, bluntin shit since I was 16
5 star universal, what that shit mean?
That mean I ran shit, by floor
Plugged like a mic chord
All my young niggas blow and dance like night court
Catch me in the club, money long, I'm like hi, whore
Way I'm livin lavish and if something niggas die for it
Yea, this money pussy niggas cry for it
But if you want drama, bring it on, you in the right store
It's cold deal, they playin my team
We clean, ball in Chicago, I ran that scene
(Hook x2)
My face clean, yo face dirty
My bitch clean, yo bitch dirty
My trap clean, yo trap dirty
My bricks clean, yo bricks dirty
(Verse)
That mac clean with that 9 drills
He spot down in that 30
Run nigga quick but I'm down 30
To my nigga Law with a half a 30
All black Benz, that's the Master 30
Savage niggas with me so I ain't worried
Money over bitches so I ain't worried
I need pots
Don't come around if it's too dark
My young nigga on that spot
Headshot, don't like that leg shot, come they be shot
Got them killers with me, I keep them hitters with me just to turn up
Cross me while them killas with me, they be leavin burnt up
Both niggas be talkin like school to say nigga count up
Rollie on me 1000 but frankly so nigga count up
100 bands, ain't 100 for my parents,
Rob me, take a chance
If he take this chance then a choppa takin off his hands
(Hook x2)
My face clean, yo face dirty
My bitch clean, yo bitch dirty
My trap clean, yo trap dirty
My bricks clean, yo bricks dirty
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