Lyrics:
open sleigh
A day or two ago,
I thought I'd take a ride,
And soon Miss Fanny Bright
Was seated by my side;
The horse was lean and lank;
muhfucking house
Eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch named Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
Tell 'em what the doormat
Survival of the fittest, you better not run up
I remember back in 89 a nigga used to steal
And now I got a Navi with a mothafucking grill
One time chase
status so keep this shit brief (huh)
Draco by me 'cause I keep it in reach
Know niggas didn't do that shit like that boy Meech
That's word
laid off the lean, like "Fuck do you mean?" Take shit out of context (uh, huh)
There's blood on the leaves, leave what we leave, I'm here for
I only need a shoulder to cry on, cry on
So please would you leave me a light on? Light on
And I'll come by when you don't mind
But not if it'll
A king or a pun a god or a son
Hated by many respected by some I'm good
Baby don't pray for me pray for the week
I'm drinking lean, it help me sleep
Baby
Narrowly, I escaped inevitable utter
And total ruin, though not left unscathed
My name and face left intact by benevolent cowardice
We wore our
open sleigh
A day or two ago,
I thought I'd take a ride,
And soon Miss Fanny Bright
Was seated by my side;
The horse was lean and lank;
a light
Let me step up in this motherf*** 'til I get it right
I need a light
Let me lean, make it bright, everything is dynamite
Bust a ***, tryna feel
tried
To reach for the truth but I am blind
As much as it hurts me
We are trapped by my design in a cycle of disbelief
Lets be our shoulder to lean on
I
a Birkin, a animal? (Birk')
How did I bust down the chain with enamel? (How?)
How did I buy me a loft on the Nawf? (Loft)
How did I sip up the lean? I
then froze the boy
Had to shake that county jail
Back to it, I got pounds to sell
Bullets free, got rounds for sell
Marching band drums, they loud
Spend money when ya money's long
Real street niggas aint no clone
We at da top where we belong
Straight lean, rozay', patron
Smoking on thousand
more sorrow...
It's quite polite to lean back
When digging fancy poetry,
It's quite polite to lean back
When digging fancy poetry.
Takes time to digest
I Got Plenty
Everyday They Multiplying By 20
Ridding With My Plastic Cup Full Of Henny
You Know That I Started From the Beginning
Now all This Lean
up?"
The first nigga that I saw, hit him in the jaw
Ren started stompin' him, and so did E
By that time got rushed by security
Out the door, but we
This year, we iller than a nun in a cumshot
Gettin’ double penetrated in a dope spot
By two hard pipe hittin’ niggas
On the orders of Marcellus
lean times
In dreams she’s wants to stay mine
Back room boys say, nah,nah,nah
Stranger in my mirror
Even off the clock you add another year
Three
Please have my heart do, going up insane
Told my heart I love her, but let me just explain
We met through friends and nights are lean
I love her
and now it's time to talk
She's never met someone like him
Slowly yet surely they lean in to kiss
Ppht, oops
Ppht, oops
Ppht, I farted
Johnny and Ramona
of war keep me hidden with grace (HAH)
Got a pitbull and he barkin' with force, four times put the coochie in hearse
Blow it back, Blow it back
Blow it
(Pass the peas, pass the peas, pass the peas...) --> The J.B.'s
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I used to break my back everyday, totin boxes in a factory
He was old school in overalls
Tough as nails as I recall
Fought a war and came back home
Honest as the day was long
Right before my grandpa
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