Rob Zoe - Face Clean lyrics

rate me

Face clean, yeah face clean

My face clean, you got my face clean

Face clean, my face clean, my face clean

I act to ask, I show my face

Cause when it's said and done,

I bet you I can show my face

You're a pussy nigga, just pick a day to die

My chopper go straight to your vest and you can get alive

I'm rolling up, so please don't blow my heart

So many hoes in here tonight, hope you don't blow the vibe

I'm on the moon, niggar so clear the face

It's tripple one forever, grind up, we're here to stay!

That's a lot of ass, so I drop a lot of cash

We're smoking on that 93, boy, that's a lot of gas

We never die, you know we multiply

Get into this money, hustle, I over drive!

Red light, bitch I'm in drug traffic

And I'm on some rock'n roll shit, I'm talking Lenny Kravitz

Brought soul yeah, I'm a young savage

You cross that line, I'mma pop that trunk

And let you trumps have it!

I ain't quick with words, but yeah I'm quick to splurge

A hundred .. all in one day, I'm talking...

See the watch boy, that's a lot of stones

Money up for real estates, we own a lot of homes

..robber, mother fucker break

No time for stopping, can't you see we're in this money race?

Money come, money go, once I get it, money flow

Play with my bread and you'll leave more with just a bloody nose

Took a lot of curves, but now I'm more restrained

That's why I had to pray the Feds never restore a case

Some say I run my city, I say no second doubt them

I pop your ass and guarantee will be no questions at 'em

Chorus:

My face clean, my face clean,

My face clean, I put that on everything

My face clean, my face clean,

My face clean, I put that on everything

I put that on everything, I put that on everything

I put that on everything, I put that on everything

I put that on everything, I put that on everything

Top back, riding slow, we call it circumcised

They know it's everywhere we go, because we're certified

I just saw your bitch, you just been burglarized

I feel your pain like a ... and let it burn inside

So fuck a niggas pissed, hope he...

I swear turn on their jet to hit their Shawty bang

I'll erase your ass, scoop you off without a trace

Trigger happy so I shoot you with a smiley face

My face Gucci, the shoes Louis

And when I die I pray I'm berried in Egyptian rubies

It's the clock turner, original block burner

I'm the top owner, you're just someone's top worker

See me when you see me, nigga we just left Seattle

Ain't never been a sneaky nigga, you can't get me raddled

See the watch, boy? Every.. frozen

You're just a lil nigga, Gary...

Chorus:

My face clean, my face clean,

My face clean, I put that on everything

My face clean, my face clean,

My face clean, I put that on everything

I put that on everything, I put that on everything

I put that on everything, I put that on everything

I put that on everything, I put that on everything