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jakob x jack the spitter - danimals x lean lyrics

[verse 1: jack the spitter]
graham crackers, grams in the back of the
maybach, we rented to drive around like we had a d-mn
dime, to blow it, mine i own it
heat, ozone it, melt the f-ckers we froze in the beginning
we grinning, open up the wallet, plenty frigid
nickels glistening, can i get a chicken sandwich f-ck this
plenty pennies, s-xting friends when we henny
amend em in the morning for the minute we getting friendly
with enemies b-tches sensing the night’ll be ending deadly
but first ima get a slurp and slurp it up on her necky
plenty of becky’s i ain’t drunk, give me a sec-y
section off this group of cattle, the flock of flakas regretting
the night ahead of em, my best friend for a minute
we grinning, open up the door to many ignorant b-tches
no more metaphors hit the floor and then we making memories
lose em in a puff, it’s rough being so motherf-cking aggressive

[verse 2: jakob]
hesitate to recognize when i’m driving by
might not have a car but i could give you a ride
walk around the city like i’m reppin for my pride
never got a minute for this b-tch i wouldn’t call mine
clouds that start a rise, for this sh-t i’d die
sadboyz 95 and don’t you dare forget the time
and don’t forget the f-ckin fl!ckr eat b-tches half of
chocolate like i’m munchin on a snickers, 10 times h-lla sicker
soul or sofa surfer while you scrolling with your cursor
checkin up on messages from times i got real close to her
first i started writing sh-t, writing for the fun of it
now i’m furthest from success and i gotta thank my pops again
let alone to die still i never got subjected
on dying for the sake of making sure i’m well forget it
getting drive bys, working shifts from 9-5
k!lling beats in one take, only took me 9 tries\

[bridge: jack the spitter & jakob]
money money money money on the mind
f-cking nothing, mamas card they might decline
(started smoking stoges never bought a dime
gettin ‘all this money’ yet they never rhyme)

[hook:]
danimals and lean, danimals and lean
danimals and lean, danimals and lean
danimals and lean, danimals and lean
let em know we give a f-ck about a dream, b-tch

[verse 3:jack the spitter]
danimals and lean, they sleeping on us
put my foot in some -sses until they open on us
f-ck them openers headline i’m sick of the game
i need some vain sh-t go with the stain on my crewcut

[verse 4: jakob]
sipping on the c0ke cans, pack of cigs and black vans
double cup a tight -ss flock away like iran
spray her like a spray can, never down for fake fans
get a b-tch that bop me while just listening to slow jamz

- jakob x jack the spitter lyrics

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