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way$ki - lean cup lyrics

[intro]
ill smoke a booth man
i’m sippin’ goo too

[hook]
ay lean blunt (blunt)
aith a lean cup (cup)
ay a lean blunt
with a lean cup (cup)
with a lean cup (cup)
with a lean cup (cup)
with a lean cup (cup)

[verse 1]
lean blunt with a lean cup, (lean cup)
lean blunt with a lean cup, (that lean cup)
i’m smoking booth (booth)
i’m also sipping f-cking goo (that goo)
ay, its a lean blunt
i’m smoking on something’ b-tch i’m feeling’ leaned up
and in my cup its some money i cant see my face
and i just sipped that sh-t, feelt like amazing grace
i poured a 4, in a mother f-cking sprite
but now i feel i need to sip something so right
boy i’m raining off this drank i got you b-tch felling, know me
she calling up my phone, tryna chill with me and my homies
boy come around coming home and she tryna bite she some police
i just f-cked up, on the track but i had to bring it so you know me
b-tch tryna talk about me but i’m balling out like i’m kobe
shootin’ shots like 34 like paul pierce but you know me
crossing n-ggas like chris bosh
i had yo girl suckin’ on my b-lls
i put this d-ck all in her jaws
and then i had to get her out in draws
come around my house b-tch and i’m eatin’ sh-t like i’m jaws
n-ggas tryna talk about this but, they don’t know about life at all
they don’t know about us
they don’t know about the rush
how we just ran through a n-ggas crib and we took his sh-t no fuss, (fuss)
we run up on the f-cking bus (bus)
finna stuff the n-gga like uh (uh)
i just told up on my self but i don’t really give a f-ck (f-ck)

[verse 2]
lean cup, with a lean blunt
with a lean blunt (blunt)
with a lean blunt (blunt)
with a lean cup (cup)
with a lean cup (cup)
with a lean blunt (blunt)
with a lean cup (cup)
with a lean blunt, i’m really f-cked up
i’m smokin’ something boy, and i’m feelin’ really stuffed
i got somethin’ in my hair, n-gga that i gotta flow
everybody wanna talk about it f-ckin’ do it b-tch i’m f-ckin’ hoes
and i’m getting payed ride around rode ridin’ round n-gga in a 704
riding around in the pen’s blvd lookin’ for a, bunch of hoes
lookin’ for o’s to smoke
lookin’ for clothes to take
lookin’ for b-tches to brake
lookin’ for houses and safes
lookin’ for somethin’ to date
n-gga be talkin’ bout hittin’ no l1cks
me and my n-ggas we really the sh-t
hitting this l1ck on this p-ssy its white and we taking his chips he dont even know
me and my n-ggas just run out his crib, and me and my n-ggas take all his dough
dammit my n-ggas don’t give a f-ck
[fade out]

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