paroles de chanson Clean - Bri-C

Ain′t no matter what I'm stepping in you know I′m stepping clean
Need a Gucci Prada baby Imma hit it if she mean
And I know I drive her crazy think I turnt her to a feen
Fly to Tampa like I'm Brady got me dipping off the scene
With my niggas for the fame we be screaming fuck the clout
And I know you know my name don't assume what I′m about
All your pockets hella lame why you looking like a drought
We could never be the same I just wanna point it out

They be saying that I changed but I really stayed the same
Got me thinking it′s the jealousy I'm doing what they can′t
Need designer for the frames VVS' for chains
Tell me why would I keep hanging with them niggas who are lame
They ain′t worried bout no benjis they ain't worried bout no commas
They braggin how they steppin in the Louis V and Prada
Yo′ pockets really hurtin you be flexin all the products
When you sleepin in yo' whip and prolly living with yo' mama
I know I′m talking shit but that′s the way that I be flexing
Staying drippy with no problem spend a couple on investing
Ain't no telling what I′m doing god I keep these niggas guessing
And my flow a double barrel better show up with protection

Ain't no matter what I′m stepping in you know I'm stepping clean
Need a Gucci Prada baby Imma hit it if she mean
And I know I drive her crazy think I turnt her to a feen
Fly to Tampa like I′m Brady got me dipping off the scene
With my niggas for the fame we be screaming fuck the clout
And I know you know my name don't assume what I'm about
All your pockets hella lame why you looking like a drought
We could never be the same I just wanna point it out

I stay popping cuz I gotta you ain′t doing what I do
Pull the E-Brake when I′m swerving throw a couple out the roof
34 Up on my jersey got the green I been the truth
I been dreaming of Mcclarens need to get me one or two
I need money conversations so I'm always at the bank
Hit the teller like what′s poppin we be talking everyday
All my fits be outta pocket gotta lock 'em in the safe
It ain′t limited edition so I'm throwing it away
I remember they was buggin′ when I charged em for a feature
Now they all up in my messages I'm saying nice to meet ya
Get my homies to finesse you out your wallet finders keepers
Niggas love me in your city I been bumping out them speakers

Ain't no matter what I′m stepping in you know I′m stepping clean
Need a Gucci Prada baby Imma hit it if she mean
And I know I drive her crazy think I turnt her to a feen
Fly to Tampa like I'm Brady got me dipping off the scene
With my niggas for the fame we be screaming fuck the clout
And I know you know my name don′t assume what I'm about
All your pockets hella lame why you looking like a drought
We could never be the same I just wanna point it out