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don trip - leaning lyrics

[verse 1:]
mama was hurtin’
and we just made sh-t worst, what a bruise
in middle school i took money out of her purse
i’m in cl-ss just trying to impress some woman
i thought i grabbed they five, it turns out i took a hundred
stupid me, and i know how hard she works
she had to beg and borrow just so i could wear this shirt
and i just stole her nail money or even worse her bill money
i lied until i looked into her eyes and i saw tears running down (d-mn…)
silly me, almost 20 years later we still making mama cry, only now i got more paper
well my dough ain’t so legit
filled her dryer with my bricks
i know once i had my son i was supposed to quit, sh-t (shhhit…)
i’m still trying to get that work off
and then life thew a n-gg- a curve ball
and then i wrote “letter to my son”
does it really matter if i feed my child with dirty funds?
i’m just getting it how i live
i’m just trying to make something out of nuthin’
and everything’s a-ok until mama decides to do her laundry
i got an appet-te, who wants beef?
i’ll slaughter you on front street
i will not turn the other cheek
i do not agree with dr. king, but r.i.p to doctor king
and i am almost certain that this was not his dream…
but f-ck it, i got money, b-tches love me
and if i give these hoes my all, then they will all leave me with nothing so i’m leaning

[chorus:]
leaning,leaning,leaning, leaning, leaning,leaning
what am i doinggg?
leaning,leaning,leaning,leaning,leaning,leaning,leaning
what am i doinggg?
leaning,leaning,leaning,leaning,leaning,leaning,leaning
what am i doinggg?
leaning,leaning,leaning,leaning,leaning,leaning,leaning
what am i doinggg?
leaning
[verse 2:]
your girl friend is on my p-n-s because i made a dollar out a dime
d-mn it, i’m a g-nius
we all on the road to riches
see me, i chose the scenic
baby i survived the jungle if you can name it, i done seen it
chasing all these dead pres’
i got friends that i don’t know
but when my doe start running low they all turn casper the friendly ghost (gone.)
a rivederci, adios
like balloon in a parade, i’m just trying to stay afloat
therefore, i’m leaning

leaning,leaning,leaning, leaning, leaning
what am i doinggg?
leaning,leaning,leaning,leaning,leaning,leaning,leaning
what am i doinggg?
leaning,leaning

and i’m not on promethazine
but my flow so methamphetamine
didn’t stop me, well let ’em dream
bring the fat b-tch, go ahead, let her sing
and i’ll pop up like a gopher and then load up and kill everything
f-ck you and f-ck them n-gg-s with you

i’m at’cho door like jehova witness
you a p-ssy n-gg-, i know the difference

i lay that barrel right on your whiskers
those shots loud, my ears whistle
hd you get a clearer picture
got more bullets than a deck of cards
i’ll shuffle up then come deal with you
i’m popular but i’m still with it
i’m bawling like kidd-gilchrist
and we ain’t talking about luncheon cards when we say we after that meal ticket
rest in peace to mill tickett [sp]
and little milton, in loving memory
know i ain’t one of those rapper n-gg-s
i’m satisfied with my own ident-ty, leaning

[chorus]

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