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lotta lean - wet lyrics

[verse 1: flex]
all of my diamonds be wet
you girl makin’ me sick, the way she giving me neck
got all of my ice that shit shining so bright
see i f-ck you b-tch once, now she thinkin’ she my wife
but she really just my side, aye!
pop pills once or twice bout’ to have a good night
you know all my b-tches bad, huh? is that why you mad?
hit a bih’ from the back then i make a couple stacks
then i make a lot of rack, then i go sellin’ out shows
then i take ya f-ckin’ hoe
you all ready even know, how we really even goes
then head back to the bando
count up a hundred bands, wanna fight i’ll throw those hands
i got the money all of mine full of new shit i’ve been on the grind
cl3 but this ain’t no gang sign
[?]
they call me king cause i be rullin’
bro it’s lil codeine i’m that perk u put in your drink
then i pull off in a jag tho’
gotta go all we go then i got your lil bih’
she suckin’ on the click, all on my neck was like water
not much of a talker watered down like an author aye!

[verse 2: young sprite]
now you motherf-ckers know
put the [?] up in the stove
know you know how it goes
take your b-tch won’t let her go
f-ckin’ your hoe then let her go
woah, whippin’ and whippin’ and whippin’
your bish’ be trippin’
why are my sauce be drippin’
all the time i be sippin’
all these hoes be trippin’
and my good be whippin’
all your bros know i’m whippin’
whippin’ and whippin’ that chicken yeah! aye!

[verse 3: lil lean]
take a look, the whole world shook
you get your rhymes from a motherf-ckin’ book
i’ll make your wmeyes look shut
hit em witha hook
your girl just got took
hit em with a strap
you better find a map
cause dora help your -ss
b-tch you smokin’ gr-ss
now your mom be on your -ss
all your rhymes go in the trash
b-tch careful for i spaz
the lean bout to attack

[outro: lil lean]
we out, f-ck 12
we on the track b-tch

- lotta lean lyrics

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