Poshtherapper - Clean Lyrics

Got that fire on my tail, dropping rocks like a star
Fallen hard hit that ground, but I’ll miss that call
Skintight baggies from the West, niggas from the East
If I got it then we eating, if you snatch it you the thief
Rose gold grill fitted patted all up on my teeth
Bitch I bark, and I bite but this trigger be the beast
Bitch its beauty and the beast
A jiggy ass pretty nigga like it’s flacko on a beat
Need a little gordita that just like to slob the meat
Then taste the skeet, then she gets to cooking
Cause we got to eat
Spark that Mary baby, let that lighter speak
Coughing like its weezy no f baby
Bitch I’ll hit you in the chest like its bronchitis
Chicken grease up on my face with the itis
Cooking in the studio, touching gold like its mitus
I came from deep within the Earth, you just unearthed a new virus
Let me sip on this Corona, let my roots expand
Adding up in hands to hit lands covered in that sand
They’ll slam you in the metal just for holding contraband
My palms stay clean I don’t need no helping hands
Let me sip on this Corona, let my roots expand
Adding up in hands to hit lands covered in that sand
They’ll slam you in the metal just for holding contraband
My palms stay clean I don’t need no helping hands
My palms stay clean I don’t need no helping hands
My palms stay clean I don’t need no helping hands
My palms stay clean I don’t need no helping hands
My palms stay clean I don’t need no helping hands

Got that fire on my tail, dropping rocks like a star
Fallen hard hit that ground, but I’ll miss that call
Skintight baggies from the West, niggas from the East
If I got it then we eating, if you snatch it you the thief
Rose gold grill fitted patted all up on my teeth
Bitch I bark, and I bite but this trigger be the beast
Bitch its beauty and the beast
A jiggy ass pretty nigga like it’s flacko on a beat
Need a little gordita that just like to slob the meat
Then taste the skeet, then she gets to cooking
Cause we got to eat
Spark that Mary baby, let that lighter speak
Coughing like its weezy no f baby
Bitch I’ll hit you in the chest like its bronchitis
Chicken grease up on my face with the itis
Cooking in the studio, touching gold like its mitus
I came from deep within the Earth, you just unearthed a new virus
Let me sip on this Corona, let my roots expand
Adding up in hands to hit lands covered in that sand
They’ll slam you in the metal just for holding contraband
My palms stay clean I don’t need no helping hands
Let me sip on this Corona, let my roots expand
Adding up in hands to hit lands covered in that sand
They’ll slam you in the metal just for holding contraband
My palms stay clean I don’t need no helping hands
My palms stay clean I don’t need no helping hands
My palms stay clean I don’t need no helping hands
My palms stay clean I don’t need no helping hands
My palms stay clean I don’t need no helping hands