duwap kaine - leanonyou lyrics
[intro]
sammyboy!
[chorus]
go, go, go
baby, i’m leaning
baby, i’m leaning
baby, i’m leaning (go, go)
baby, i’m leaning (go, go)
baby, i’m leaning (go, go, uh)
n-gga, i lean on you (oh)
n-gga, i lean on you (oh my god, go)
[verse]
she wanna lean right on me
that wockhardt sh-t so d-mn sweet
she say i’m cool, n-gga, and i’m sweet
i’m just a cool n-gga from the streets
i’m bored, n-gga, who got the wheels?
k!lled a n-gga, now he think he real
she tellin’ me her problems, i ain’t dr. phil
glock 26, look like stuart little
can’t even shoot, yo gun too little
we all can’t fit, yo car too little
send a fyed n-gga to the hospital
smokin’ gelato and skittles
beat a n-gga out his pull-outs, where yo grills at?
i’m in the hood, n-gga, where the thrills at?
i catch me a opp, n-gga, i’ma grill that
smokin’ on medication, i can feel that
my head f-cked up, where the feel at?
so we can bring out them d-mn macs
you look like 6ix9ine, a d-mn rat
she sent me nudes, three pictures attached
d-mn, d-mn, d-mn
you would’ve thought that i scammed
beamer car, n-gga, this ain’t no ram
i’m f-ckin’ a hood b-tch, she got a soft voice
dropped outta school, b-tch, it was my choice
hi-tech and wock, that’s my choice
i’m in a beamer car, not a rolls royce
n-gga tried me, must wanna go
yo b-tch love that [?] (go, go, go, go)
keep that 30 round, and it’s on me, hoe
like a stripper b-tch, man, i keep the pole
stick on me, keep a north pole
lean on me, in a faygo
i’m 17 with say-so
i’m 17 wit’ a lot of pesos
i’m in the hood, pouring up a fo’
i’m in the hood, throwing a big -ss four
i’m sippin’ on drank, n-gga, ’til i throw up
f-ck wit’ me, b-tch, you gon’ glo up
i’m being for real, i ain’t talkin’ bout sosa
b-tch, stop calling my name
f-ck that sh-t, man, roll up a strain
f-ck that sh-t, man, roll up my pain
i’m a hood n-gga, still smoke a gang
i’m a young n-gga, still in the game
and i know n-ggas gon’ hate
my plug, he british and he say “mate”
atl, n-gga, i’ma skate if i see the jakes, n-ggas be so fake, n-ggas be so lame though
push up on yo gang though
choppa hittin’ all y’all
i don’t wear knock offs
that b-tch ugly, now i’m soft
trap it out, trap it out in the loft
real n-gga, and you not at all
[chorus]
go, go, go
baby, i’m leaning
baby, i’m leaning (go, go)
baby, i’m leaning (go, go)
baby, i’m leaning (go, go, uh)
baby, i’m leaning
n-gga, i lean on you (uh, go)
n-gga, i lean on you (uh, go)
oh my god, go
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