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l e a h - alright lyrics

[intro: yung bans]
yeah, aye
aye, yeah
aye, aye, aye

[verse 1: yung bans]
yeah, huh, hold on, aye, hold on, aye, aye
f-ck a n-gga bih with my clothes on (clothes on)
aye, young n-gga stir the pot, leave the stove on
aye, i got all kind of drugs, n-gga, what you want? (want)
yeah, bad b-tch and she got a thong, uh
yeah, and i got this chopper, i’ll let it thump (prr)
yeah, hit a n-gga like we playing tump
yeah, hit a n-gga like we playing tump (tump)
yeah, getting money, call my trap junk (junk)
yeah, we shoot up the party, everybody running (they running)
uh, blow a n-gga brains out, like “f-ck it”
aye, blow a n-gga brains out, like “f-ck it”

[chorus: blitzedoffleah]
i want your drugs not your love, is that alright?
won’t you whisper, won’t you tell me what you like?
we can just light up an l and smoke all night
i’ma do you right, baby, so hold on tight
i want your drugs not your love, is that alright?
won’t you whisper, won’t you tell me what you like?
we can just light up an l and smoke all night
i’ma do you right, baby, so hold on tight

[verse 2: pressa]
you be f-cking with me ’cause i’m at the top (gang)
if you f-cking with me, i’ll take your life
and just know if you f-ck with the opps, you’ll prolly die (lah!)
and my shooters do drills, jump out at night (skah)
i keep a draco for f-ck n-ggas ’cause i want scheme
or 16 magazine in my jeans, i bet it fight
you the type of n-gga that go and sell your dream (dream)
don’t believe your n-ggas, don’t believe in all the hype
i keep a big mask in my pocket just in case
hug my cross my neck, don’t hug me up on my waist
i remember going days walking with my little ape
hundred dollar shots at the bar, just a taste

[verse 3: lil candy paint]
(gang) wait a minute (minute), i ain’t finished
i’ma hit it from the back, leave yo’ head spinning (ffft)
i got shooters on attack, they won’t leave a witness (fah)
you gon’ smell like sour mac, we gon’ leave ya missing (smoking dope)
i’m smoking foreign cookies, got me feeling strong (getting high)
and every time we f-ck, you leave my head gone (you’re a set)
we hit the mall, baby, now my bread gone (spent a lot)
she won’t f-ck a n-gga now, this her theme song (it is)
you just want my drugs (drugs), i’m just tryna f-ck (f-ck)
got a pound in my trunk, but you playing much (too much)
let me see you turn around, make that -ss jump (jump)
now you playing, you can’t even come and hit the blunt

- l e a h lyrics

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