Mr. Clean The Middle Man (intro) Songtext
von Gucci Mane
Mr. Clean The Middle Man (intro) Songtext
I′m thinkin' back when a nigga got his first car
"How you get that? You ain′t even have a job"
Fight about that, and don't worry 'bout that
It′s the same way that a nigga got his first charge
Thinkin′ way back so I'm thinkin′ real hard
Sellin' hard hard at Econo Lodge
Bought my first pistol and I knocked my first broad
First nigga run up, head get knocked off
Bought a .38 just in case shit pop off
Like a ′vert', I′ma take your top off
Brick Squad CEO, bitch I'm a mob boss
.44 bulldog, million dollar drop off
If I ever get this drop I'ma start lookin′ shots
Tell the cops I′m just another nigga from the block
You can gamble with your life like a lady at the slots
You can plot 'til you pop and your clock get stopped
You were flexin′ what you got, now your head got a dot
You're the nigga in the paper that they′re readin' about
Police still ain′t connected the dots
Drug [?] at the house
Take me to the safe cause I'm cleanin' it out
Hundred bricks what I′ve been dreamin′ about
Slap you with the [?], see the blood and the snot
Laced up 'til your hands tied in a knot
"How you get that? You ain′t even have a job"
Fight about that, and don't worry 'bout that
It′s the same way that a nigga got his first charge
Thinkin′ way back so I'm thinkin′ real hard
Sellin' hard hard at Econo Lodge
Bought my first pistol and I knocked my first broad
First nigga run up, head get knocked off
Bought a .38 just in case shit pop off
Like a ′vert', I′ma take your top off
Brick Squad CEO, bitch I'm a mob boss
.44 bulldog, million dollar drop off
If I ever get this drop I'ma start lookin′ shots
Tell the cops I′m just another nigga from the block
You can gamble with your life like a lady at the slots
You can plot 'til you pop and your clock get stopped
You were flexin′ what you got, now your head got a dot
You're the nigga in the paper that they′re readin' about
Police still ain′t connected the dots
Drug [?] at the house
Take me to the safe cause I'm cleanin' it out
Hundred bricks what I′ve been dreamin′ about
Slap you with the [?], see the blood and the snot
Laced up 'til your hands tied in a knot
Writer(s): Radric Delantic Davis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com