Lyrics Lean - Instrumental - Styles P
Lean
in
the
whip,
Lean
in
the
cup
Lean
off
a
blunt,
Lean
on
a
butt
I
lean
on
these
bitch
niggas
with′
a
gun
I
lean
on
my
money
cus
I
stacked
it
up
I'm
on
the
lean
off
of
ramulin
and
earwax
Mad
high
getting
stuck
on
fairfax
Now
let
me
hit
you
with
the
clear
facts
Got
a
bunch
of
sons
but
I
didn′t
go
bareback
Ghost
Bars,
Dead
verses,
to
get
a
nigga
high
is
the
meds
purpose
To
bring
a
nigga
down
is
the
feds
purpose
Like
my
insides
white,
but
let
me
get
a
red
surface
White
walls,
caddy
flow
That
boy
so
G
that
even
ya
mom
and
daddy
know
Ghost
be
getting
high
on
the
patio
Hit
you
with
the
[?]
tho
right
where
you
tatted
tho
I'm
buggin
out,
nah
you
buggin
out
Them
niggas
on
the
lean
so
they
went
and
pulled
the
bubbie
out
It's
a
lot
of
blue
shit
and
it′s
real
bloody
out
And
it′s
real
pretty
but
I
bet
it
get
real
ugly
out,
yeah
Lean
in
the
whip,
Lean
in
the
cup
Lean
off
a
blunt,
Lean
on
a
butt
I
lean
on
these
bitch
niggas
with'
a
gun
I
lean
on
my
money
cus
I
stacked
it
up
Right
when
fools
thought
I
was
all
music
Leaned
on
them
flexed
green
on
em
and
pinky
ring
on
em
Never
seen
garments,
Iceberg
knits
got
Bart
Simpson
on
em
Luxury
sedans
under
car
covers
interior
gravy,
softer
than
butter
I
got
that
from
hard
work,
I
got
more
coming
My
fly,
My
style
got
your
woman
My
nigga
Corner
Boy
P
keep
his
cup
muddy
I
don′t
drink
but
I
keep
it
in
my
fridge
for
him
Me
I'm
Champagne
pouring
Pedal
to
the
floor
in
something
foreign
vertical
lifting
door
Woke
up
this
morning,
and
came
up
with
a
way
To
settle
the
score
on
these
ol′
ho
ass
niggas
Run
up
the
store,
roll
up
the
smoke
stand
on
the
throat
on
these
ol'
ho
ass
niggas
I
be
so
mad
with
em,
but
I
ain′t
stressing
I'm
chillin
Living
off
the
land,
leaning
like
a
kick
stand,
yeah
Lean
in
the
whip,
Lean
in
the
cup
Lean
off
a
blunt,
Lean
on
a
butt
I
lean
on
these
bitch
niggas
with'
a
gun
I
lean
on
my
money
cus
I
stacked
it
up
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