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Mëan feen

by Yeat

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Phew Drunk, yeah, drunk (Uh) I'm in the Urus, with the drop-top Told you, "Lean with it," yeah, told you, "Rock," yeah I got lean with it, baby, by the drop Yeah, I got millions, cash in what you got Yeah, I got beans, baby, companies on my nut (My nut) Yeah, we come 'round, we shootin', slidin' the town "Where you at?" Ridin' round slamm town (Phew, phew) In the Bentley, make the frogs drown Sippin' lean, but I'm crossed now No, I can't feel a thing, I'm on that Oxy' now I freestyled this whole thing, it's no more punchin' out (Yeah) You broke as hell, got no self-esteem Servin' fiends, I stretch the work, it's not no Levi jeans What you askin'? What's sittin' on my feet? This not them Givenchys Apple bottom, no, this not no Chili's, whip that chili cheese Matter of fact, you pray for the ceilin' when you're broke and teasin' If they catch me, I'ma break it up and break my fuckin' Visa Cold world, yeah, it get chilly, I rock me a Moncleezy Walk around, Glock in my bag, I call that bitch my glizzy Sippin' lean or drinkin' track', the purple be the fizzy All my money brought inside this bank, I made the federal deposit (Uh, uh, uh) Walk inside this building, left it leanin', make a fergo closet (Uh, uh, uh) So much fuckin' clothes and guns and jewelry sittin' inside my closet (Uh, uh, uh) I don't give a fuck if you say you a broke-ass bitch, bitch, shut your mouth, just stop it (Uh, uh, uh) Phew Drunk, yeah, drunk (Uh) I'm in the Urus, with the drop-top Told you, "Lean with it," yeah, told you, "Rock," yeah I got lean with it, baby, by the drop Yeah, I got millions, cash in what you got Yeah, I got beans, baby, companies on my nut (My nut) Yeah, we come 'round, we shootin', slidin' the town "Where you at?" Ridin' round slamm town (Phew, phew) In the Bentley, make the frogs drown Sippin' lean, but I'm crossed now No, I can't feel a thing, I'm on that Oxy' now I freestyled this whole thing, it's no more punchin' out (Yeah) You broke as hell, got no self-esteem Servin' fiends, I stretch the work, it's not no Levi jeans What you askin'? What's sittin' on my feet? This not them Givenchys Apple bottom, no, this not no Chili's, whip that chili cheese Matter of fact, you pray for the ceilin' when you're broke and teasin' If they catch me, I'ma break it up and break my fuckin' Visa Cold world, yeah, it get chilly, I rock me Moncleezy Walk around, Glock in my bag, I call that bitch my glizzy Sippin' lean or drinkin' track', the purple be the fizzy All my money brought inside this bank, I made the federal deposit (Uh, uh, uh) Walk inside this building, left it leanin', make a fergo closet (Uh, uh, uh) So much fuckin' clothes and guns and jewelry sittin' inside my closet (Uh, uh, uh) I don't give a fuck if you say you a broke-ass bitch, bitch, shut your mouth, just stop it (Uh, uh, uh)

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