Lyrics Kleanin Upp - WhoFreshAsFitz

Clean (clean)
Cleanin' up (yeah)
Cleanin' up yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Clean (clean)
Cleanin' up (yeah)
Yeah yeah, ugh

Ya phony on god (yeah)
Don't call me no more (yeah)
Triple s when I slide (slide)
You ca' call me Jafar (whoa)
Dressed down in yo' best (yeah)
See me and you stressed (yeah)
Tom Ford on my porch (ugh)
Decked out on my deck (wooo)
Jet set like a war vet (ugh)
Gold on no award yet (yeah)
Bands on me so sexy
Tied up like a corset (yeah)
Picture perfect on portrait (yeah)
Spread the pussy no forceps (ugh)
Do the math, two twins
Now divide it by four legs (woo)
Pounds (pounds) she love
To smoke and chill (chill)
Told her I'm strappin' up (up)
Gave her the sloman shield (whoa)
I keep her drippin' hard (drip)
Panty been known to spill (spill)
After I smash I'm gone (gone)
I call it over kill (yeah yeah yeah)

Dripped down (down)
Cleanin' up (up)
See you but the shit ain't (ain't)
Clean enough
Once I catch her wit' the jeans off (off)
She erupt ('rupt)
Musta' hit a lick now (now)
We in luck, you can catch me when I'm
Dripped down (down)
Cleanin up
Yeah I see you but the shit ain't (ain't)
Clean enough (naw)
Once I catch her wit' the jeans off (off)
She erupt (yeah)
Musta hit a lick now (lick)
We in luck (yeah yeah yeah)

Clean (clean)
Cleanin' up (yeah)
Cleanin' up yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Clean (clean)
Cleanin' up (yeah)
Yeah yeah, ugh

Tits bought that fake set (yeah)
New ain't even taste yet (naw)
Ass use that weight set (yeah)
Young never seen a tape deck (wooo)
I don't trick that's go fund (no)
Future bright need no sun (yeah)
Sky light, sunroof
Go insert ya own pun (ugh)
Stay low in some dope shit (dope)
Dolce and don't post it (no)
I don't care if I'm petty (naw)
Obey on yo' gold fish (sheesh)
Been the same no progress (naw)
Olay to yo' bullshit (yeah)
Spray raid on yo' song (psst)
Might as well never wrote shit
Bottom dime, bottom line
And her bottom fine
Gotta' sign the line, while there's time
Every dollar mine (yeah)
Rather cut her off
'Fore I cut a check (check)
Cut ya wit' the doors
Butterfly effect

Dripped down (down)
Cleanin' up (up)
See you but the shit ain't (ain't)
Clean enough
Once I catch her wit' the jeans off (off)
She erupt ('rupt)
Musta hit a lick now (now)
We in luck, you can catch me when I'm
Dripped down (down)
Cleanin up
Yeah I see you but the shit ain't (ain't)
Clean enough (naw)
Once I catch her wit' the jeans off (off)
She erupt (yeah)
Musta hit a lick now (lick)
We in luck (yeah yeah yeah)

Clean (clean)
Cleanin' up (yeah)
Cleanin' up yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Clean (clean)
Cleanin' up (yeah)
Yeah yeah

Clean clean clean
Cleanin' up (yeah)
Cleanin' up (yeah)
Cleanin' up yeah
Yeah yeah yeah (yeah)
Clean clean clean
Cleanin' up (yeah)
Cleanin' up (yeah)
Cleanin' up yeah
Yeah...

Dripped down, cleanin' up
See you but the shit ain't
Clean enough, once I catch her
Wit' the jeans off, she erupt
Musta hit a lick now, we in luck
You can catch me when I'm
Dripped down, cleanin' up
Yeah I see you but the shit ain't
Clean enough
Once I catch her wit' the jeans off
She erupt
Musta hit a lick now, we in luck

(Yeah)
They don't try to win
I don't try to fail (naw naw)
They gon' ride the wave
Yeah they might as whale (yaw yaw)
Can't take back the fake
It's a final sale (uh huh)
Ain't no fuckin weigh
Better find a scale
Back story used to rap
Back wit' Matt and Cory
After that recorded tapes
That's when Vague did half 'em for me
Me and who were dip dip
4x tees and hats up on me
That and all we did was make beats
Jigs would practice for me (yeah)
We called Friday Wiz (ugh)
Both of us were kids
In Ms. a crib, no mistake
Take my family serious (yeah)
That bond never broke (nah)
Hand up to ya honor
In the dungeon through the drama
Only made us even stronger
Every season we would grind (ugh)
Labels what did they know (yeah)
Turned they back 180
Back 180 word to Frado (yeah)
Sent a track to cor' (ugh)
Next day we recorded it
Next year was on all his shit
Two years I'm on tour wit' fit
Murda Ave the fam'
You ain't wit us that's unfortunate
Jesus hair was wooly (ugh)
Oh my God my coarse is lit
'Course I'm it, next up
Whatever you call it
From Producin' to performin'
It's conducive to my callin'
Some might think they got the sauce (nah)
Bitch I got McCormick (yeah)
Wake up smell the coffee (ugh)
I'll provide the Keurig (yeah)
I just surfed the beat (yeah)
Yo' bitch surfer boardin'
You ain't speakin' money nigga
Must be speakin' somethin' foreign (whoa)