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Lean Wit It Lyrics

from Dreamchasers 2

"Lean Wit It" is track #11 on the album Dreamchasers 2. It was written by Williams, Robert / Mccormick, Carl / Roberts, William.
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[Verse 1]
Uh, In the kitchen goin ham again
Fuckin with dem birds like Cam and dem
Ill tell you whats the word when the tan is in
We dem niggas on the curb with dem hammers and
Whole brick throw it on a triple beam
It get hectic we gon stretch it like a limousine
Aint no question if I touch it then its Mr.Clean
I be reppin in yo section me my nigga Keem
Ghost boys, in a ghost nigga
I burn bread I aint talkin toast nigga
Whole team of killers, Im the coach nigga
Presidential on my wrist, now take ya votes nigga
Rookie of the year, cookies in the rear
I got some bad bitches thatll get it there
If you dont wanna get it we gon send em there
If its heavy then Omelly comin in a Lear
Bricksquad, like Waka and dem
If its gucci like D.Howard get a block for dem
I dont touch I just leave it up to Tock and dem
Meek Mill started wasnt chopper we was poppin den

[Hook]
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
Microwave or we gon we gon pop whip it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it
I tell em lean wit it, rock wit it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
Microwave or we gon we gon pop whip it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it, Ughh!

[Verse 2]
I made a million off a mixtape
Nigga get ya shit straight
Im sellin that raw shit, you sellin that whip weight
Cookin up a whole bird until I make my wrist ache
When I pulled up to the club you shouldve seen ya bitch face, Ughh!
Fitfy cash in my pocket
Nigga, I got the stash in my pocket
Im blowin money fast in my pocket
Said its lookin like I got Nicki ass in my pocket
Talkin Ass Ass Ass Ass, all I get is cash cash
Club lit my last tag, couldve bought a fast Jag
The way these bitches wavin at me, you would think a cab passed
Wondered why u hatin on me, nigga wit cho mad ass
Rollie on me cost a whole brick
Killers with me aint go no pics
These groupie bitches aint got no sense
So we make a movie on dem bitches no script

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Thirty-six treat it like a dirty bitch
Cuz I hit it and then send it to the other strip
Call me anything dont call me by my government
Cuz when Im out chea in the jungle we be sellin bricks
Half these niggas in my hood be on some tellin shit
We be on some if you snitchin crack ya melon shit
If I aint rockin with the Smith its Parabellum shit
Papi bring em on the boat they know we sellin shit
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Posted Mac. 11 in the lot wit it
Seven fifty gettin busy wit a box in it
So when they pull us over they dont find dem Glocks in it

[Hook]

Songwriters
WILLIAMS, ROBERT / MCCORMICK, CARL / ROBERTS, WILLIAM

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