Haitian Fresh

Haitian Fresh - Face Clean lyrics

rate me

(feat. Lil Durk)

[Intro:]

These niggas out here man, they be talking, man!

Twitter thugs, Instagram thugs

….you bet you can’t,

Your face hurt, nigga

You can’t come to the hood, nigga

Not here, not anyway!

Hook:

My face clean, your face dirty

My bitch clean, your bitch dirty

My track clean, your track dirty

My bricks clean, your bricks dirty

My face clean, yeah, your face dirty, yeah

My bitch clean, yeah, your bitch dirty, yeah

My track clean, yeah, your track dirty, yeah

My bricks clean, yeah, your bricks dirty, yeah

My face clean, my trap clean

These haters on my dick like crack fiends

It’s fresh gang, I’m getting money

Dropped this mode, not in love

I’m stud 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 snitching!

Fuck this G code, they all lie

Cause keep selling, but I’m not blind

Y’all started from the bottom, y’all still down

Fuck nigga ways, cause you know well

Yea I’m riding dirty, I’m riding clean

I still made it, my face clean

My house clean, your house dirty

My money clean, your money dirty

My block clean, your block dirty

It’s Fresh gang, we coming, pussy!

Hook:

My face clean, your face dirty

My bitch clean, your bitch dirty

My track clean, your track dirty

My bricks clean, your bricks dirty

My face clean, yeah, your face dirty, yeah

My bitch clean, yeah, your bitch dirty, yeah

My track clean, yeah, your track dirty, yeah

My bricks clean, yeah, your bricks dirty, yeah

My bitch clean, my whip clean

I went to the Andy hoe when I was fifteen

I’ve been flexing, running shit since I was sixteen

Five 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 living lavish, and it’s something niggas die for it, yeah!

This money pussy niggas cry for,

But if you want drama, bring it on, you’re in the right store!

It’s cold deal, they playing my team

We clean, ball in Chicago, I ran that scene, oh!

Hook:

My face clean, your face dirty

My bitch clean, your bitch dirty

My track clean, your track dirty

My bricks clean, your bricks dirty

My face clean, yeah, your face dirty, yeah

My bitch clean, yeah, your bitch dirty, yeah

My track clean, yeah, your track dirty, yeah

My bricks clean, yeah, your bricks dirty, yeah

That mac clean with that mind dirty

He spot down in that thirty

Running quick, I’m down thirty

To my nigga Law with a half a thrity

All black Benz, that’s the Master 30

Savage really, so I ain’t worried

Money on bitches, so I ain’t worried

I need pots (get it!)

Don’t come around if it’s too dark

My young nigga … 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 killers with me,

They be leaving burnt up.

Both niggas be talking like Scooter say, “nigga count up!”

…. on me thousand, but frankly so nigga count up

Hundred bands, ain’t hundred

For my parents, rob me, take a chance

If he take this chance then a chopper taking off his hands

Hook:

My face clean, your face dirty

My bitch clean, your bitch dirty

My track clean, your track dirty

My bricks clean, your bricks dirty

My face clean, yeah, your face dirty, yeah

My bitch clean, yeah, your bitch dirty, yeah

My track clean, yeah, your track dirty, yeah

My bricks clean, yeah, your bricks dirty, yeah

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