I'm Leanin

歌詞

Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways Leanin', leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways Leanin', sittin' sideways, leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways I'mma young ghetto boy dat's why I act dis way, rollin' in the candy car leanin' sittin' sideways [Chorus] Big boss of that damn nawf, grab the mic straight run his mouth Candy blue what you see me floss, when I pull the lac up out the house Big boss of that damn nawf, grab the mic straight run his mouth Candy blue what you see me floss, when I pull the lac up out the house Lookin' good while I hold the wood, on the slab shit's understood Hit the stash chunk up the hood, boys gotta see me stunt for good New car new ice, it ain't shit I can pay that price, Niggas ain't living like the boss live, that's what that is and I say that twice I tip the 4's and flip the roads, before that album got shipped to stores Boys betta keep they lips closed, before they punk-ass get exposed I done showed the world how the boss hold, slab or foreign I floss those Drank and dro got me floss mode, doin' 100 on the toll road Pimp and bun runnin' right behind, pieced up with the grill shine 10 years still putting it down, representin' for that h-town Michael watts got the beats slow, slim thug keep the streets throwed Brains straight bout to be blowed, cause rico got them sweets rolled Now ask them cause the streets know, the big boss man got it locked H-town man I'mma shout that out, till I'm up in heaven wit pimp and pac. [Chorus] Sweet jones bitch! unnh unnh unnh Tony snow the mack not the myth, the pimp I got the gift to break a bitch, twenty thousand behind my lips A hundred thousand on my neck, every time that I step out Bought the red thang from chamillion, candy paint swangin' in the drop I keep the hoes pussy drip drop wet, lamborghini fuck the vet Top gone lets get it on, I'm the real bitch he's a clone Smelling like bar 9 cologne, gotta billion dollars out my microphone Slab crusha, dome busta, Promethazine mixed with the tussa We call it banana split, choose a pimp hoe I'm legit Wrecked the grey bitch, bought the red I got a phantom too that's what the fuck I said And I ain't dropped an album yet Spend my dirty money don't touch the check If the rap game die I buy some work And keep a young yella bitch that will pull up my skirt And when the bitch get enough her pussy squirt Tricks love to see (how it works?) I love the money she love the fame I gotta leveled head she gotta piece of the brain I gotta 3-way lover on my singular She gotta 4 inch with jack mick hair Between her legs I'm tellin' you And she pay her daddy and that's what it do [Chorus] It's bun be the man and not the myth, ridin' on them 4's trunk got the fifth I push one button on my remote , start up my slab and my trunk will lift I got the gift I got straight from god, keep it real never fraud From p-a-t the land of the trill, so when come out I'mma come out hard You know the name and the resume, my g-code files is documented Certified rap-a-lot for life, down with the mob represented Don't play them games because I got the change, to put it in ya mind and on ya brain You'll leak coming out the candy, die where you standing simple and plain I'mma gangsta baby not a baby gangsta, I'm overgrown it's understood Slim thug the boss, see the pimp, and I'm bun the og to run the hood We got the good, and the flower, hard or soft get it rock or powder But know ya shit when you hit ya lick, it don't come with a textbook ?? And the power and the bread, so fuck a law dog, and fuck a fed I'm from the south and we got the crown, and you can't get it back until I'm dead Heard what I said, and press rewind, play it back so you can get the meaning Coming down in that candy slab, grippin' on the grain and you know I'm leanin' [Chorus] Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways Leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways Leanin', leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways Leanin', sittin' sideways, leanin', leanin', sittin' sideways