Rob Zoe
Текст песни Face Clean

Face clean, yeah face clean
My face clean, you got my face clean
Face clean, my face clean, my face clean

I act to ask, I show my face
Cause when it's said and done,
I bet you I can show my face
You're a pussy nigga, just pick a day to die
My chopper go straight to your vest and you can get alive
I'm rolling up, so please don't blow my heart
So many hoes in here tonight, hope you don't blow the vibe
I'm on the moon, niggar so clear the face
It's tripple one forever, grind up, we're here to stay!
That's a lot of ass, so I drop a lot of cash
We're smoking on that 93, boy, that's a lot of gas
We never die, you know we multiply
Get into this money, hustle, I over drive!
Red light, bitch I'm in drug traffic
And I'm on some rock'n roll shit, I'm talking Lenny Kravitz
Brought soul yeah, I'm a young savage
You cross that line, I'mma pop that trunk
And let you trumps have it!
I ain't quick with words, but yeah I'm quick to splurge
A hundred .. all in one day, I'm talking...
See the watch boy, that's a lot of stones
Money up for real estates, we own a lot of homes
..robber, mother fucker break
No time for stopping, can't you see we're in this money race?
Money come, money go, once I get it, money flow
Play with my bread and you'll leave more with just a bloody nose
Took a lot of curves, but now I'm more restrained
That's why I had to pray the Feds never restore a case
Some say I run my city, I say no second doubt them

I pop your ass and guarantee will be no questions at 'em

Chorus:
My face clean, my face clean,
My face clean, I put that on everything
My face clean, my face clean,
My face clean, I put that on everything
I put that on everything, I put that on everything
I put that on everything, I put that on everything
I put that on everything, I put that on everything

Top back, riding slow, we call it circumcised
They know it's everywhere we go, because we're certified
I just saw your bitch, you just been burglarized
I feel your pain like a ... and let it burn inside
So fuck a niggas pissed, hope he...
I swear turn on their jet to hit their Shawty bang
I'll erase your ass, scoop you off without a trace
Trigger happy so I shoot you with a smiley face
My face Gucci, the shoes Louis
And when I die I pray I'm berried in Egyptian rubies
It's the clock turner, original block burner
I'm the top owner, you're just someone's top worker
See me when you see me, nigga we just left Seattle
Ain't never been a sneaky nigga, you can't get me raddled
See the watch, boy? Every.. frozen
You're just a lil nigga, Gary...

Chorus:
My face clean, my face clean,
My face clean, I put that on everything
My face clean, my face clean,
My face clean, I put that on everything
I put that on everything, I put that on everything
I put that on everything, I put that on everything
I put that on everything, I put that on everything