Текст песни Too Clean (feat. Hayes) - Scope & J-Miri

Walk up in the club and I'm all bow leg
Got a bitch doing tricks
I give her treats if she beg
Got another she a stallion
No Meg but italian
Got them Cartier red bottoms
That's a Whole Lotta Red

Now I'm too turnt up
I can't hear what you said
Doin shot after shot
Smokin gas that's unleaded
Got a couple missed calls
And a bunch of messages
Ain't no commas in her text
So she gettin left on read

That shit dead
I'm taking my bag to the bed
All of these stacks got her showing her rack
Said she vegan but she gettin fed
She hungry for honey wheat
Cheese and my meat
Best believe imma give her the spread
She tasting like honey
She sticky, she love me, she want me
I just want the head

God damn
I did it again
The flow is all chopped
But it got me some fans
Said she want top
But I'm better with my hands
When my shit drop she gon tell all her friends
Been through a lot now I'm on the other end
Got locked in the penn, had to be a man
Killed my demons with a sword as my pen
Or my pen as my sword
Now I'm getting bored
I hear ya new shit god damn it's a snore
My new shit pop champagne on the floor
Ya hoe hold it down so I call her Hodor
She bussit open on the bus when I tour
And that's on me
I'm too clean
That's why I'm scope
I'm not tryna be mean
I just have a slight thing
A sweet tooth for piping
And making your mom cream
She taste like a wet dream

Hey hi, my name Miri
I got good days and bad days
I want a bae, don't need a bae
I pick it up and slam it down
Oh shit now I'm wrestling
You an ugly bitch if you don't like the gang
Don't forget that it's on sight
If you aint got a team
That mean you off the team
We ain't tryna be poor
Have you checked the score
We experts we up big
You nothing to me but a chore
Hayes go

I'll make you sing
Oh my Hayes you're a king
I know that already
I'm Google and you're bing
Please come get your girlfriend
She is so annoying
Fan struck, she cannot breathe
I think I think I think
I think Hayes is up next
No need to flex
You look perplexed
I'm just chasing these checks
Until they reach my neck
Like what the fuck's debt
I need my space nigga
Watch out or get wrecked so please
Please stop the shit talking
You a cocky ass nigga
And you leave me with no option
Tryna expose my ass
These bitches always in that gossip
Got my niggas riding with me
And they got that fucking rocket
Yeah now I'm blasting off
Don't think that you can catch me
If a nigga want the smoke
He get popped just like some acne
Yeah and I'm the go getter
That gets your bitch wetter
So you know I'm coming hard
Like I'm swerving on a jet ski