Lyrics:
hand free
My celly talk and dance b
No boy
Can't go back to the old boy
Polo hats & corduroy
You keep on shinning golden boy
We take no days off
Got no
much lean u would think in from Atlanta
I'm in the back of the club gettin sucked off by a dancer
Yea her ass real fat first name candance
Pussy smell
feet wet . Treat yo bitch just like a dog and told her lean back . Doggy turned into a lumberjack like, where the trees at?? I popped a rhino pill by
niggas sip lean by the liter
Callin' make too much, I gotta delete her
She could be my baby, bitch, Justin Bieber
Got a freaky bitch and she on my weener
I
Ayy yo bro Boy you know what's up man, man we in the studio And we cookin' something real nice man Man this's UltraSound studios by the way It's your
was drinking lean on the back of the school bus
Then I raised my hand told the bus driver wassup wit us?
Then the bus driver tried to go ahead and suck
nobody hotter than me
Who flyer than me?
Drive by sipping on a bottle of lean
Yeah I be riding solo sometimes
And don't really like no photos, don't take
throw it back like a tamarind
Blunt rolled up sippin lean
Green beams a take down ya team
And if you cold this pole a give you heat
Choppa go baba knock
Canzo back widda,
Listen,
Nuff man wanna roll widda,
Famlee just stick to the hooks,
1 more verse an im reading books,
Blurb get used cuh I got no
And
As my hands were behind my back
I wrote one word on the envelope
My face
It was still soaked through
With the golden leaves upon it
Oak leaves
really fucking matter
Run up the pole, jump and jack
Stack up a load , back and pack
Day by roles , ha-bi-tats
Like I suppose,
than a psychologist man
Face it You're just not on my level fam
You kicked back end got fat Softer than deviled ham
While me I really seen the fiends
given looks
I do my thing nothing by the book
Woo
Ace
Yuh
Ima do my fuckin thang on em
Do my money dance and rain on em
Brody put that fuckin thang on em?
fabric selling lean right off of Drake Dr
How you turn yo back now you reaching for a high five
Ion need you to vouch that's how n***** start telling lies
Montana
Loose cannon, he shot me so I had to do it
Put him in the dirt, put him in it first
I just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it
Her ass fat, you
surrounded by my dawgs
When I get myself a deal, you know we taking off
I ain't finna sign it unless I can be the boss
I been smoking fat today, I do not even
Everybody make noise, get rowdy rowdy
Throw elbows if it's overcrowded
Lean back, Tha Liks 'bout to do our thang
If we don't come back we goin' out with
Im the real deal
Man I'm on chill pill
(Stop that kappin )
I'm in bev hills
Smoking on a fat splif
( this that cookie
I seen a bad chick looking
c
me, close them way up tight
I can't breathe, no, I can't breathe, I'm being strangled by the night
Mr. Fat Man says, ?You wanna make some extra cash
Like the day Mystro got bun
Still gun lean on the 12 like Russ
Adotz ran off and still got touched
Remember that day when I bucked A1
He got left with
still outside all by myself
Turned to a savage
Unless it's Louis Vuitton luggage
Then this bitch got too much baggage
My bitch ass so fat, but I'm
to the pedal
Pushin us to the full nine
We step to you in blackness, with a gangsta lean
By the way, VANGLORIOUS
This is protected, by the red, the black,
truly
Yeah, I only see you in my dreams so I roll my blunts fat
You fucking turned me to a Fein, there's no way I can relax
Now we pouring up some lean
The ones that crawl in are all lean and thin
The ones that crawl out are fat and stout
Your eyeballs roll back and your hair falls out!
Your brain will
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