| let’s call up on drank
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| let’s lean, nigga
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| let’s lean, nigga
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| Let’s, call up on drank
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| Let me see, uh, my paper stack my bank
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| In my pocket, can’t let you hock it, oh no
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| Cus I’m the crazy nigga by the name of Mike Doe
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| I did a murder with no traces
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| Still got the Versace’s on my faces
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| Moved from gallons to cases
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| And now them hoes can’t stand me
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| Nigga comin' down on the blades and I’m handlin' the wood
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| And it’s understood, niggas all good
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| And in the southside, wreckin' shop just like you wish you could
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| North come up short when they come this way
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| Cus I hold up my tech, represent the tre'
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| And let 'em know that I’m down like the ground that you walk on
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| Niggas can press on cus I got me fucked up
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| Homies got the tommy gun handy
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| Hollering at my niggas out there, uh, lookin' dandy
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| And let’s call up on drank
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| Me and my nigga P-A-T drinkin' by the bank
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| In the nine-six
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| Jumpin' in the mix
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| A young ass nigga just tryna turn a trick
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| Let’s call up on drank
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| Let’s lean nigga
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| Let’s lean nigga
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| I said, let’s call up on drank |
| Let’s lean nigga
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| Let’s lean nigga
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| Shit, for life, that’s me, P-A-T
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| Nigga always drank the codeine
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| Always wanna lean
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| Blow a big bitch square up in the air
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| Bend the bourbon, comin' down swervin'
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| Got the pot, got a lot of cash
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| We goin' to buy an eight (?)
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| I can’t think
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| I’m gone off the dank
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| I love drank so what they talkin' bout
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| I’m from the south, I got the diamond in my mouth
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| And my game, I spit the way when I’m on the lean
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| In the club, in the bitch ear now she’s gonna fiend
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| Take her to the bed, you know the story
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| The flaming glory
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| Don’t ever worry
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| Fat Pat is gonna hurry
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| And break the boys off
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| From the fucking north
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| I’m really from the south
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| So what they talkin' bout?
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| You know how I do it
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| Break it down, smoke a pound
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| Surround my sound, broke it down
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| Now I’m going to wood climb (?)
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| I’m droppin the top
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| We gon' call up on drank
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| I got a bank so what the fuck you think
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| And I’mma let you ride
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| And I’mma let you slide
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| Before I let you go
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| Because I’mma tell you now
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| Let’s call up on drank
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| Well let’s lean on it |
| Well let’s lean on it
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| Well, let’s call up on drank
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| Let’s lean nigga
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| Let’s lean nigga
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| Know what I’m saying?
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| Let’s call up on drank
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| It ain’t too late, it’s just seven in the mornin'
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| We still here goin live
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| South side staying real
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| You know we still calling up
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| Drop Botany, all day and every day
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| Pourin' drank
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| Let’s call up on drank
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| Yeah I got mine
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| It’s goin' down
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| Smooth
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| …On drank… let’s lean… let’s lean… |