Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lean Wit It , by - Meek Mill. Song from the album Milladelphia, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 19.08.2012
Record label: Huslte team
Song language: English
Lean Wit It |
| Uh, In the kitchen goin ham again |
| Fuckin' with dem birds like Cam and them |
| I’ll tell you what’s 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 |
| Ain’t no question if I touch it then it’s Mr. Clean |
| I be reppin in yo' section me my nigga Keem |
| Ghost boys, in a ghost nigga |
| I burn bread I ain’t talkin toast nigga |
| Whole team of killers, I’m 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 that’ll get it there |
| If you don’t wanna get it we gon send ‘em there |
| If it’s heavy then Omelly comin in a Lear |
| Bricksquad, like Waka and dem |
| If its gucci like D. Howard get a block for dem |
| I don’t touch I just leave it up to Tock and dem |
| Meek Mill started wasn’t chopper we was poppin den |
| Lean wit it, rock wit it |
| Throw some bake up in the pot wit it |
| Microwave or 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 pop whip it |
| When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it, Ughh! |
| I made a million off a mixtape |
| Nigga get ya shit straight |
| I’m sellin that raw shit, you sellin that weak weight |
| Cookin' up a whole bird until I make my wrist ache |
| When I pulled up to the club you should’ve seen ya bitch face, Ughh! |
| Fitfy cash in my pocket |
| Nigga, I got the stash in my pocket |
| I’m 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, could’ve 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 ain’t go no pics |
| These groupie bitches ain’t got no sense |
| So we make a movie on them bitches no script |
| Thirty-six treat it like a dirty bitch |
| Cuz I hit it and then send it to the other strip |
| Call me anything don’t call me by my government |
| Cuz when I’m 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 ain’t 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 don’t find dem Glocks in it |