Water splashing

Shit is automatic, life it’s like a

Vicious cycle

Damn It’s Laundry mat and

It’s a whole Lot of static

Whoa Whole lot of static

But don’t trip

I can handle it

I been washing rappers for a minute

I’m not mad at them

I’m not even mad aye wet just different

All they fabric soft

Cut from different cloth oh no I get it

Gotta wash ‘‘em off

All that talk is false that make me itchy

I can’t put you on less that hoe is hypoallergenic

I hang ‘‘em to dry

They Hang on my lines

I’m laying em out

Like what

Make up your mind

I’m Changing the tide

I’m making up shout

Like, What

You’re tainted you’re faded your dyes running

The stains won’t come out

Let me try something

I Spray em and scrub em but ah nothing

Fuck it replace em

Know I got that bounce

When I Put the heat to sheets, yeah

Must be on that powder if you think you seeing me, yeah

Hear cheers from the crowds

When the kid show up on scene, yeah

Dirty laundry piling up

Can’t Forget the bleach

Wash Wash Wash Wash

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Pull up, cruise... Game soaking like a sponge

Chrome shoes, spin cycle, suckas slimy, soap scum.

I don't separate my colors, I do dirty from the cleans.

Do my dirt all by my lonely, fighting phonies in my dreams.

Mr Miyagi trained me... I wax poetics I'm clean as a medic but I wouldn't-

Let the shit fade me... I don't do edits, it's probly genetic, but gimme the credit-

Don't play me...Feel like I been going crazy...

I'm watching out for 180s... About to explode an M80 (Lately...)

...Sometimes it's better cleaning house when you alone,

Cause when foos around they cover up the fake with they cologne

Keep the snakes from out my home, leaving stains on my rug

Soda water, Manscaping hoes swinging off my nuts

Figured they riding for free... clipping my family tree, sweepin the leaves

I left my blood and my sweat on these streets, you couldn't wash it away with the bleach

Burning receipts... wiping the glass and the streaks, soakin the grimiest beats

Keep it discreet, cutting the grass for the sheep who's slogan is rinse and repeat cause they...

Washed...

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Rappers faces wrinkled, when I step in, imma press em/ I aint tryna iron it out, I dont like all that agression/ **** know what I'm about, team stay clean got plenty methods/ why they try to mix it up, now they white tees kinda reddish/ yea it's dos and donts, if you wanna keep it how you got it/ I removed the funk, I feel way more fresh if being honest/ time is of the ecessence, I can't have no drama in my bubble/ gotta wash these rappers and get home my goddess tryna snuggle/ wanna gain it all, if I gotta use my arm and hammer/ taking aim at yall, buggin, imma end up in the slammer/ so I aint involved with nothing that don't feel good on my soul/ or yall might not see me coming in all black that heat on low/ vicious cycle, life's a laundromat/ and it's a Lotta static, whole Lotta static/ aint got no stains on my record, lyrics Togo my pen like magic/ ash the author, ric and kahlee, it look like we got a classic

It's a wash

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