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[Chorus x2: Styles P & Fiend] 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 [Styles P:] 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 [Chorus: x2] Lean in the whip, Lean in the cup Lean off a blunt, Lean on a butt SongtexteI lean on these bitch niggas with' a gun I lean on my money cus I stacked it up [Curren$y:] 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 [Chorus: x4] 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 Aus Songtexte Mania