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lirik lagu lean luv – lane allen

(verse 1)

i’m smoking on gelato with a
bad b-tch suck and swallow
got the weed from colorado
and the lean from deep chicago
they say lewis how you do this
you a legend in yo’ city
but the truth is i was foolish
i ain’t ever saved a penny
henny filling up my gut
cause i never gave a f-ck
i got that double cup
if you got lean then who need love
you want smoke? then we’ll hit cut
i be taxing on that action
don’t be p-ssing on my blunt
this just fraction of what’s happens
in this small town toting guns
load the clip then they run
down the fifth then i’m drunk
down the bottle hit the throttle
i’ll be spraying like a skunk
i’ve been f-cking all top models
i can’t tell if this sh-t luck
gotta live like no tomorrow
so just go an f-ck it up
(yup aye
yup yup aye
yup aye
yup yup aye ooo)

(hook)
i got quarters, ki’s, and ounces
i got ganja, c0ke, and lean
i got prada and gucci pouches
and it’s straight from over seas
i just pulled up in a mazi
whip it like a limousine
i got quarters, ki’s, and ounces
i got ganja, c0ke, an lean
i got prada and gucci pouches
and it’s straight from over seas
i just pulled up in a mazi
whip it like a limousine

(bridge)

got that good top from a thotty
bet that -ss is european
bet that bit be doin palettes
cause that -ss make me wanna’ scream
hit it twice and then i p-ss it to my homie like the green
(yup aye
yup yup aye
yup aye
yup yup aye
yup aye)

($teven cannon)

coolin’ in the trenches with these b-tches
i been foolin’ i been with f-cking jim i don’t call hoes
that b-tch go stupid
i be coolin’ in the trenches (aye aye aye)
lot of b-tches in my presence (presence presence presence)
yeah i pull up on the track
i don’t need help you b-tches stupid
oh my god that’s on my momma
i just came in with the ruger
i don’t need your f-cking love
b-tches like a dove (you stupid)
aye its fendi’s like a plug
your b-tch gone send my hug
i don’t need that b-tch she only needed me
(she needed me)
i don’t need that roof that roof be needing me
(just drop the top)
everywhere i go i keep that 45 that’s on my hip
n-gga i ain’t talking bout my pants you know i got that clip
yeah i’m with that 30
b-tches wanna hurry aye
come in to my crib
i’ll call my b-tches in a hurry aye
big steve always got the quap in my subee’s
fendi, brought the f-cking gucci that’s gooey
thats aye
steven gone rock with a k
better go straight (straight straight straight)
in the booth all through the day
i get a date
(i get a date and i’m banging in)
b-tches don’t come near my cake
i get it then you in late
she gotta bring in my bape

(outro)

i got quarters, ki’s, and ounces
i got ganja, c0ke, and lean
i got quarters, ki’s, and ounces
i got ganja, c0ke, and lean
i got quarters, ki’s, and ounces
i got ganja, c0ke, and lean
i got quarters, ki’s, and ounces
i got ganja, c0ke, and lean lean lean

- lane allen

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