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bird (producer) - leanin lyrics

[intro] (a-game)
ok! we stay fly (write rhymes) all the time (no lie)
yeah we going in and staying inside (inside)
we get high (get high) i can’t lie (nah)
so get hype, start a riot or a fight

[verse 1] (c2)
so say f-ck all the bullsh-t, no time to be stressing
pockets on swole, look like they bench pressing
blowing kush clouds on my way to the moon
sit back, relax; fame and the glory coming soon
the time on my watch is telling me to get this cash
chilling with bird and a-game, smoking blunts back-to-back
ripping the track, straight spitting like a mac bom-bom-bom-bom!
lay you down like a doormat, cause i don’t play, boy!
when i tell it, i expect for you to listen
say it to the wrong one, f-ck around and end up missin’
i’m truly reppin’ masked vilin ’til the day i see my grave
i work hard to get paid, move one step ahead everyday
smoke a blunt to the dome, f-ck if you hating
get your hating -ss on, cause my nerves shaking
shake it like some dice, take a chance with your life
puff puff p-ss, oh it went out, i need a light, huh!

[hook] (a-game)
you know we hold it down in two towns
no doubt with a sound to make a crowd jump around (jump around!)
we underneath the surface reaching for the ground
to let you suckas know what we about
we stay fly (write rhymes) all the time (no lie)
yeah we going in and staying inside (inside)
we get high (get high) i can’t lie (nah)
so get hype, start a riot or a fight

[verse 2] (a-game)
ring of fire with a blunt, puff it once – you’re done
skunk in my lungs feeling hotter than the sun
hit the studio we do it up, easily bring foolishnuss
best believe we trying to make it, but we doing this for fun
(i bring speed) like a felon on the run with a gun
(i bring lyrics) that you couldn’t ever dream to do up
i say what i want, do what i want, why front?
i’m stuck to this music like hair and some bubblegum
you say you got bars, but you ain’t f-cking with us
you rapping ’bout girls, but you ain’t f-cking with one
you say you got dro, but you be puffing on bunk
you say you got cash, then why i seen you at the bus stop looking ratchet?
you mad, b-tch? no practice with rappin’
so that makes you wack sh-t, your -ss is just average
i’m working to p-ss out my tracks to the m-sses
and live a fast life, while i’m pursuing this rap sh-t

[verse 3] (bird)
i be that fly mothaf-cka, roll another blunt up
puff puff p-ss, word to ya motha
hate me? i don’t give two f-cks boy!
you can suck a d-ck without a rubber, home boy
i’m a leader; drink liquor by the liter
in a two seater, rob me? i’m riding with the heater
wouldn’t wanna be ya neither i’m the bird like an eagle
looking down on people from a steeple, mary jane is my keeper
roll up then smoke it, yeah even in public
i don’t give a f-ck, you know that i got jack in a back pack
with a fat sack, i’m trippy man, chillin’ man
yeah, i smoke like i live in amsterdam, i’m the man
with a plan to get money, i ain’t no dummy
all i know is double money, keep getting money
never stop, stack guap ’till you reach the top
i’m so fly, i’m so high, i will never drop
bird

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