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Mr. Clean
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Mr. Clean was released on November 20, 2017 by South Coast Music Group, LLC, distributed by Interscope Records as a part of the album Back On My Baby Jesus Sh!t
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Release DateNovember 20, 2017
LabelSouth Coast Music Group, LLC, distributed by Interscope Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DaBaby
DaBaby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Kirk
Jonathan Kirk
Songwriter
Kevin Erondu
Kevin Erondu
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kevin Mccloskey
Kevin Mccloskey
Mixing Engineer
Ke On the Track
Ke On the Track
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
What the fuck a **** mean?
Bitches treat me like a king
You can call me Mr. Clean
I just lied to your hoe
Put on autotune and told her I can really sing
Run up on me I’ma squeeze
Packin’, count the back end
Then we leave
Fuck the show money, that ain’t no money
I make more money sellin’ P’s
[Verse 2]
Thank the Lord he blessed me with another plug
So you know I ran off on my other plug
I mix the low ball with OG and drop the ticket
They come get it, I run it up
My **** be hatin’, I smell it on em
I'm duckin’ and dodgin’ felonies
I would just pull up broad day and start blowin’ at you
But I know they gonna tell on me
I left in a rental car, had about twenty on me
But came back with just money on me
I’m fucking these bitches, she just won’t stop squirtin’ on me
She be suckin’ and slurpin’ on me
Call up the DaBaby and tell ā€˜em, stop shittin’ on me
All this sauce, it be drippin’ on me
See me in person and said he look different don't he
Saw my pictures, put kisses on ā€˜em
Can’t fuck with **** ā€˜cause **** be switchin’ on me
I always saw the bitch in homie
I’m in the mall with my daughter in flip flops
But I still got a pistol on me
I bow my head everyday, I know God with me
But I still keep the rod with me
Two forties feel like the mob with me
Fuck what they talkin’ bout - I be like
[Verse 3]
What the fuck a **** mean?
Bitches treat me like a king
You can call me Mr. Clean
I just lied to your hoe
Put on autotune and told her I can really sing
Run up on me I’ma squeeze
Packin’, count the back end
Then we leave
Fuck the show money, that ain’t no money
I make more money sellin’ P’s
What the fuck a **** mean?
What the fuck a **** mean?
What the fuck a **** mean?
Written by: Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
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