| And now we rollin in that '85, that '85
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| Yeah my shorty tatted up around the waistline
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| When you sleeping in the motherf-ckin' day time
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| I’m gettin' lowered by all my bitches but they stay high
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| Cause all we do is lean, lean on em
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| Got some bitches in the back with something mean on em
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| Yeah we lean on em, yeah we lean on em
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| And when I finish, I’mma sick the f-cking team on em
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| Bad spanish bitches with some ass shots
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| Get it rollin' with the team like a mascot
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| Matte black '85 in them back lots
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| Speedin' down that mother f-ckin black top
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| Rollin' with my spinx thats its
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| Anybody wanna pop that shit?
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| And make it hit with a lil bit of fists
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| Until they drop and that is it
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| You can find me with some pretty lil mommy’s
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| Gettin low up in the heights where they watchin' us Crown V’s
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| We livin', sinner not a religion
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| Never gonna ask with no permission, I act and ask for forgiveness
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| Yeah we get it, we livin' off the interest
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| All these bitches doin' lines like err day an audition
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| I’m taking trips and spend my winter with tan lines
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| Ya’ll never fly I argue bitches that stand by
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| And we be gettin' things money cant buy
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| Young Spanish mother f-cker on the ride
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| Tell the Jamaican homies pass the dutches
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| I can’t stand you niggas like Uncle Ruckus
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| And these rappers be doing a bunch of nothin'
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| But I stick to fundamentals like my name was Tim Duncan
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| Like doing what pays me, always dressing crazy
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| Pullin' up with badass B’s like Jay-Z
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| What’s the dealio?
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| It’s young Suzy Holiday in the millio
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| Rollin' in them A5 Audi’s
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| What you know about it?
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| Leanin' on them fools like I ate a weed brownie
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| Wavy on these haters then, now they all drowning
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| Money counting, every outing
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| And its heartbreak til my heart break
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| You should par take
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| Playing us is like hopping in the shark tank
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| It’s the gang in your ear
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| Stay in your lane cause we’ll end your career
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| Lean on em, yeah they lean on em
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| He got swag but he dont got no cream on em
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| If he did, he would’ve put the beam on em
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| Got the iron and he don’t want no steam on em
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| Yeah I lean on em, big body V
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| Look at my company assume I sold the a lot of thee
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| Them niggas spending it, like they won the lottery
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| Me, I’m a plant man, fill me up like pottery
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| For real though, I’m viscious on a MI
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| See I used to make ryhmes, grippin on the semi’s
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| Scramblin', these the ramblin’s of a Jedi
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| Late night, in the hallway with the red eyes
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| Lean on em, them nigga kick stand
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| Murder mommy’s magazines keep your distance
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| I’m in the gut, with the sound and the piff round rims
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| Something mean, got sixteen on six vents lean on em
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| It’s Troy Ave I’m that nigga, dont mean to boast
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| A BK well-known dealer heavy in coke
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| White leather in chin-chilla the top off
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| Late like a swag fiend who pop dope
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| I’m fixin' to pop off, and you sold that
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| Fixin' the pot whippin salt where the dough at?
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| Show me the money, I’ll say it more clearer
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| Show me the money, and show me a mirror
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| Reflectin' on my past, pedal gettin' masked
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| High speed paper chase straight ahead to cash
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| Money off the bates, money chosen hate
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| Murder was the case when he came and bought the wakes |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lean On Em , by - Emilio Rojas. Song from the album No Shame... No Regrets, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп