Laundry

In my city I be with some Liberians
Pull up with two bad Somalian dealing chicks
Touch down in Cali and hit my Armenians
Ain't got no cavities I put my teeth in this
Booger sugar cookies baked up
Panoramic pans for the cake up
Ain't sprayed no pans or put powder in pampers
But I coated cans for the wake up
If you see me 'round homie say sup
Don't stare at me trust I get paranoid
Wrote a check I prepare to void
If you ain't came with the best don't cash that
I need that paper don't CashApp
I keep my records immaculate
Don't need no CPA
I broke the code out my DNA
See where I be LA
TNT wifey blew me like a grenade
That's why I ain't check no perimeter
Nobody similar bet that I prove that
My money come in I'm bound to recoup that
Who that

I hit for the vibe man
I been speed racing when I'm driving

All the trust my foes
Dollars and my clothes
Y'all don't want to go
All of that for show
Blood all on the concrete
Feel like mud ain't got it on me
Clean me up like laundry
I know the force is coming, yeah

Y'all ain't heard nobody like me
At least knowing that's unlikely
Nobody fucking with Pisces
Wait for the devil to spite me
This ain't a place you should sight-see
My mind a labyrinth
Songs cannot capture it
Longing for Nazareth I need an oracle
See how the story go
Sadist or Masochist
I got that product that rock up historical
Dropping it for the low
Averages trying to short it though
You cannot catch me in horoscopes
Know they ain't getting these dollars up
Going on tour I ain't smashing on nada
She want the Couture, that Gucci and Prada
She needing that seed so he bring it cum laude
Ask if you similar, look at how you caught up
True that

All the trust my foes
Dollars and my clothes
Y'all don't want to go
All of that for show
Blood all on the concrete
Feel like mud ain't got it on me
Clean me up like laundry
I know the force is coming, yeah



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Writer(s): Luke Reynolds
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