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I'm Leanin (Explicit) - Ace Hood/Bun B
OK now purple stuff in my styrofoam
Sippin' slow while they blowin' strong
All I need is my dirty sprite
All I need is her super dome
Drapped up & I'm dripped out
K-dup and my pistol out
Bad b**ch she thick as f**k
And I'm tryna see what that p**sy 'bout
Bust it open for a real ni**a
Bust it open for a trill ni**a
Touchdown What up H-Town
Lonley the Pimp this ones for you
Bun B my ni**a Thrae The Truth
Still in the Coupe when I'm double deuce
Still in the Hood on that purple food
You better know what I'm sippin' ain't grape juice
I be floatin through the city let my chain swang
Hoy you living young ni**a Tryna maintain
Get money F**k lames
All my lil niggas on the same page
Spittin' racks when I'm up in nema's
Gimme head she gon' catch the semen
Hatin' on me Ni**a so what
Know what (Pour up)
Double Cup & I'm winnin' (I said it)
F-F**k them niggas I'm in it
Double Cup & I'm winnin' (pour up)
F-F**k them niggas I'm in it
Gangsta ni**a I'm 'bout it
I'm Trill as f**k so don't doubt it
Tell me whats the happs
Cuz you know I'm strapped
A ni**a never leave home with out it
I'm posted up in that Cadi
I'm twisting up a big fatty
And it's full of Dro and Imma mack your hoe
And you know she callin' me daddy
I'm a Trill OG and I earned it
That G-Code ni**a I learned it
So when I saw the dough they had for me bro
I just grabbed the knob and I turned it
I wanted bread so I chased it
And I got so close I could taste it
Then I played the deck and got my respect
So ni**a I'm the King now just face it
I'm in the house and I'm chillin'
My mind on cash and I'm willin'
I'm on a paper chase with no time to waste
So I give a f**k how you feelin'
I'm sideways on that buck
My setas is stitched and they tucked
You ain't down with that
Then Imma hide your hat
And your a** would be outta luck wassup
Double Cup & I'm winnin' (yuh) (hold up)
F-F**k them niggas I'm in it
Double Cup & I'm winnin' (already)
F-F**k them niggas I'm in it
Sh*t Well it's that young ni**a
From the South Side of the U S A
I need calimine l-lotion cuz
A ni**a music bumpin'
A ni**a came from nothin to sayin nevermind
To the pretty girls in the magazines
Yo girlfriend look like Maxime
My phonebook full of Billy Jean's
Condoms made out them limousine's
I been a fiend for that codeine
Since Martin Luther was like 13
F-f**k then Queenz cuz I'm a King
Put 5% on everything
I done threw 10 on top of 10
Bumper kit on bumper kit
Threw my last b**ch on my new b**ch
Then threw 10 on my f**kin git
I done came down
Hold it down for that H-town
I'mma take the crown
Sippin' Hen don't f**k with crying
But I'mma just drop this 4 for 9
And free my cousin thats doing time
I'mma pay the lawyer but I hope you down
To hold it down for a real ni**a
Young Kirko a young Trill ni**a
(Bangz)