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meek mill - lean wit it lyrics

lean wit it

[verse 1]
uh, in the kitchen goin ham again
f-ckin’ with dem birds like cam and them
i’ll tell you what’s the word when the tan is in
we dem n-gg-s on the curb with dem hammers and
whole brick throw it on a triple beam
it get hectic we gon’ stretch it like a limousine
ain’t no question if i touch it then it’s mr.clean
i be reppin in yo’ section me my n-gg- keem
ghost boys, in a ghost n-gg-
i burn bread i ain’t talkin toast n-gg-
whole team of killers, i’m the coach n-gg-
presidential on my wrist, now take ya votes n-gg-
rookie of the year, cookies in the rear
i got some bad b-tches that’ll get it there
if you don’t wanna get it we gon send ‘em there
if it’s heavy then omelly comin in a lear
bricksquad, like waka and dem
if its gucci like d.howard get a block for dem
i don’t touch i just leave it up to tock and dem
meek mill started wasn’t chopper we was poppin den

[hook]
lean wit it, rock wit it
throw some bake up in the pot wit it
microwave or we gon pop whip it
when it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it
i tell em lean wit it, rock wit it
throw some bake up in the pot wit it
microwave or we gon pop whip it
when it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it, ughh!

[verse 2]
i made a million off a mixtape
n-gg- get ya sh-t straight
i’m sellin that raw sh-t, you sellin that weak weight
cookin’ up a whole bird until i make my wrist ache
when i pulled up to the club you should’ve seen ya b-tch face, ughh!
fitfy cash in my pocket
n-gg-, i got the stash in my pocket
i’m blowin money fast in my pocket
said its lookin like i got nicki -ss in my pocket
talkin -ss -ss -ss -ss, all i get is cash cash
club lit my last tag, could’ve bought a fast jag
the way these b-tches wavin’ at me, you would think a cab p-ssed
wondered why u hatin on me, n-gg- wit ‘cho mad -ss
rollie on me cost a whole brick
killers with me ain’t go no pics
these groupie b-tches ain’t got no sense
so we make a movie on them b-tches no script

[hook]

[verse 3]
thirty-six treat it like a dirty b-tch
cuz i hit it and then send it to the other strip
call me anything don’t call me by my government
cuz when i’m out ‘chea in the jungle we be sellin bricks
half these n-gg-s in my hood be on some tellin sh-t
we be on some if you snitchin crack ya melon sh-t
if i ain’t rockin with the smith its parabellum sh-t
papi bring ‘em on the boat they know we sellin sh-t
lean wit it, rock wit it
posted mac. 11 in the lot wit it
seven fifty gettin’ busy wit a box in it
so when they pull us over they don’t find dem glocks in it

[hook]

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