jarren benton - lean lyrics
[hook]
you put the codeine in the sprite
and then you mix it all up
then you sip it slow
that’s how them k!llas get f-cked up
we call that lean, lean
we call that lean, lean
you put the codeine in the sprite
and then you mix it all up
then you sip it slow
that’s how them k!llas get f-cked up
we call that lean, lean
we call that lean, lean
[verse 1]
bada-boom, bada-bing
white cup of lean
blunt full of green
in the cut as i lean
in a cutl-ss supreme
f-ck with the team
got her tucked in a jean
i’mma show you what i mean
when i cut a n-gga clean, scalpel please
throw a mu’f-cka off the balcony
she don’t wanna (gulp) when she give a n-gga head
cause she said that she’s tryna watch her calories
it’s the weekend
let your hair down, swallow s-m-n
she just wanna be my girlfriend
b-tch, wake up ho, are you dreamin’?
i got wife and i got children
i don’t need you catchin’ feelings
what the f-ck these b-tches sniffing
cuz you trippin’, listen…
philippine, billie-jean, guillotine,ritalin
drizzling, jiggling, ringaling, n-ggaling
chainsaw blade goes ring-ring
get a motherf-cker for the bling-bling
b-tch i’m on the lean-lean
girl you on the same thing
wayne ain’t on it no more, let it go, i’mma bring-bring
chain flame, get a beat, it’s a drink
gone off of muf-ckin’ sprite and promethazine
[hook]
you put the codeine in the sprite
and then you mix it all up
then you sip it slow
that’s how them k!llas get f-cked up
we call that lean, lean
we call that lean, lean
you put the codeine in the sprite
and then you mix it all up
then you sip it slow
that’s how them k!llas get f-cked up
we call that lean, lean
we call that lean, lean
[verse 2]
lean, on it
‘half ounce, quarter pound’, throw it in the bong
n-gga we, on it
you ain’t gotta f-ck it, you ain’t even gotta suck it
just pull out my d-ck b-tch, breathe on it
i often drift, where was i?
lean in my cup and i’m feelin’ so high
“dude get the keys to his automobile
and if he can’t walk straight then you know he can’t drive!”
lean it, swerve it, please don’t let a n-gga crash
shoulda got a cab
shoulda, coulda, woulda, never woulda been a coulda shoulda
rip a n-gga -ss
throw up in a bag
eastside, throw it on a map
cut open a blunt, then i fill it up with hash
if i get the p-ssy, i’mma put it in a hat
i’mma pull it out her mouth, then i put it in her -ss like…
cocaine, lo mein, propane, rogaine
gold chain, no brain, cobain, don’t mayne
profane, no shame, slow vein, no vain
no lames, squares and no names
no limit, hit ’em with a tec and a gold tank
y’all n-ggas hate cause i’m doin’ my own thing
atlien, finding my own lane
pop cup full of soda pop and codeine
[hook]
you put the codeine in the sprite
and then you mix it all up
then you sip it slow
that’s how them k!llas get f-cked up
we call that lean, lean
we call that lean, lean
you put the codeine in the sprite
and then you mix it all up
then you sip it slow
that’s how them k!llas get f-cked up
we call that lean, lean
we call that lean, lean
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