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emp - lean lyrics

lean, lean, lean lean lean lean
braaaaaaaaaah

[hook]x2
steph curry with three
sittin back, sippin lean
codine and promethazine
but your cup’s still clean
i’ve been smokin that green
and countin up that cheese
you know its emp
when that bugatti pulls up on the scene

[verse 1]
your whip’s fucking dirty but my shit’s fucking clean
i’m pouring up and dropping beans, with the baddest b-tches you’d ever seen
drivin faster than mcqueen and shooting choppas with tha beam
my rhymes are fucking addictive and there ain’t no vaccine
on the cover of the magazines, now its stretch limousines
and i’m floodin the streets so you gonna need a submarine
but i ain’t going to the can because i stashed up a hundred grand
i’m still counting them bands so you know i’m still high off that xanx

[hook]x2

[verse 2]
you need to simmer down because you still think you run the town
youre a fucking clown and if you cross me i’ll send the hounds
they won’t hesitate to hit ya, they’ll let you sink to the bottom of a riva
better send your hugs and kisses before u sleep with the fishes
they cops tryin to clean up these streets just stick to ur dishes
i’m a genie in tha streets, granting out the b-tches wishes
she want this long pipe so you know she gonna be up all night
my double cup is dark purple but yours is full of fucking sprite

[hook]x2

[verse 3]
i’m the ruler of the jungle so all the b-tches call me tarzan
but you never even had a fan and you still haven’t made a band
i’m packing all this heat you would think i’d get a darker tan
still see more snow than santa, running the streets from san fran to atlanta
so when i’m at the party i always drop beans in my purple fanta
slice your skull with my katana, then find the loot just like indiana
met up with the plug in havana, clips look longer than a fucking banana
never switched it up been repping the same fucking bandana

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