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Diizii & TheDirtyBunny

Clean the Table

Hip-Hop/Rap

Clean the Table was released on November 24, 2023 by Actiive Mob as a part of the album Faded Visionaries

Song Details

AlbumFaded Visionaries

Release DateNovember 24, 2023

LabelActiive Mob

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM72

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Diizii

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Michael Pastrana

Michael Pastrana

Songwriter

Ved Gandhi

Songwriter

Jerohn Brown

Songwriter

Garrett Otto

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Diizii

Mixing Engineer

TheDirtyBunny

Producer

Icy Kash

Producer

Lyrics

Give me- give me- give me your soul

Give me- give me- give me your soul

Icy

Bunny gon’ beat ‘em up, he gon’ beat ‘em up

Go ahead, pick it up, I don’t plan on stoppin’ none of ya

Percussion on the straps, this ain’t no band, bitch, it’s a hunnid, bruh

But if it’s bands we speakin’ on, watch out ‘cause it’s a bunch of ‘em

Bunch of banana clips on me, that’s what the fuck they runnin’ from

I’ll move the work, I send ‘em to a different place, it’s one and done

I got ‘em tweakin’ out they minds, they roll the work, no honeybun

I don’t shoot and tell, I drop the ****, that shit is just for fun

Bitch, I’m a G, I got it on lock, you know what I’m gunnin’, son

They say, “he too full of himself,” fuck it, now we clean the table

Who gon’ backstab on you ****? Y’all be fakin’, Cain and Abel

If it’s active, better back it, no I’m not talkin’ the label

I was sleepin’ with them roaches, ****, we ain’t have no cable

I never been lazy, boy, like a couch

I knew it would fall into place, I ain’t have a doubt

Foo’s is selfish, they done forgot what we all about

Shout-out TLG, my day one, he done never did me foul

If I give a pound, least let me keep an ounce

Walked in with no warning, bitch, I came in unannounced

Ain’t no one know how to love no more, they can’t keep a spouse

You rattin’ on ‘em? You gettin’ trapped up for cheese, no mouse

Shit, I’ll keep it goin’, youngin’, I’ll rap it for a hunnid miles

My Sprite wasn’t dirty, I thought it was a drought

But since we took the first sip, that’s all we put in our mouths

This youngin’ from Cali, not in the North, but in the South

Don’t matter what it’s about if we gettin’ down

Def told Icy he like the sample

Pass it to Bunny, he put them drums on, they slappin’

He throw it back to Def for the rappin’

Bunny went back to it, slowed it down, he made it drill, no cappin’

He said, “Diiz’, you want this?” I said, “of course,” that’s how it happened

Don’t open doors no more, kick ‘em out, I know they fakin’

I’ll bring the leaves over here, but I puff it, I ain’t rakin’

Who versatile as me, fuck you thought? Nah, bro, I’m not basic

They couldn’t be me, I’m Diizii, foo’, you must be mistaken

Yes, I talked to all them bitches, glad there wasn’t no relations

They trippin’ if they think I got the time for all that hatin’

Yo, Def, it’s been a long time comin, why we keep ‘em waitin’?

Let ‘em know Twin Gats on the way, tell ‘em, “just be patient”

Give me- give me- give me your soul (Ayy, let me know, though, shit)

Give me- give me- give me your soul (Yes)

Written by: Garrett Otto, Jerohn Brown, Michael Pastrana, Ved Gandhi

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