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lirik lagu leanameda – ocean’s 7

[verse 1: hazy eli e a.k.a. sinista menice]

i chill with my team by the back of the pool
sippin on lean, man you know how we do
and if you sip too, you can chill, you cool
i see my homies pull up in their new a2
my lean in my breath and my eyes in the sky
deciding if i’m in or out for polo tonight
marshall texted me earlier
i better reply
i don’t wanna get wet
i’m looking too d-mn fly
the name’s hazy eli and i’m riding dirty
sizzurp in my cup and my head is hurting
pop some advil before i get to murking
no evidence here, just quit your searching
i drop the jollies in and they float to surface
cops roll by and they making me nervous
million dollar checks that i sign in cursive
cook castro, bring that boy to the surface
why are other drinks here, i mean what’s the purpose
we got lean here, so we can get to slurpin
with that boy, and also call that purpin
can’t really sleep with ajani lurkin

[verse 2: vanilla chinchilla]

5 hour energy, pop tarts and lean
got the dortch diet down pretty d-mn clean
c0ke and water is what powers this machine
it keeps me going, chasing after that green
they call me vanilla chinchilla
trying to make a milla
using that warfare, guerrilla
i’m a cold blooded k!lla
who got sentenced for years
for ending these careers
with these rhymes you hear
and these dimes you fear
from a kid at 5’6”
with all these sick kicks
getting ready to mix
fools on the new york knicks
because i ball like no other
the original splash brothers
against this d that smothers
whack rappers like donald glover
wayne dortch rolling through big red and bald
looks like he got his clothes at the local strip mall
all he trying to do is come out and play some ball
yet all he really can do is sit in the paint and stand tall
stand tall? no, not like those fools at de la salle
who could probably play and beat the starting squad at cal
but i know they would struggle against me and my pals
who are about to be working at lake temescal

[verse 3: el cartel]

i wake up everyday drinking that purple, i’m like mace windu
chilling on deck with my brothers their the crew
at times we feel slow like yoda
but at the same time we hyphy off the sprite soda
got brains that feel like they’re floating in anti gravity
walk into the bar on tattooing and han solo the weak, i call that a fatality
let me be real, my boy vanilla chinchilla can’t get any whiter
but he still acts as if he were black like a pilot of a tie fighter
i’m so sk!lled in the force when i’m on lean i can death choke you
my bars are on the outer rim like the planet mustafar, lava pools always on spew
i’m the realist there will ever be
other rappers are like battle droids
i’m a jedi on steroids
i’m the last thing they will ever see
el cartel, off the dome

[verse 4: d-wally]

i explode from the mean lean streets of leanameda
new dream team spouting off, check your water meter
o7’s going b-lls to the walls of the ship
sorry i meant bald, call that a floydian slip
o7 is the torch with the rhymes that’ll scorch
and our lines have the shine of the head of marshall dortch
ocean’s 7 will harangue with our wu-tang bang
while the fangs of our slang leave interrobangs
my rhymes keep getting taller from the words of a scholar
while all your manlet bars do is to keep getting smaller
d-wally will wrap you up with a collar made of dollars
yet another weak rapper made the victim of a baller
faster and faster these rappers come like a blaster
but like navraj, they just go from last to laster
yeah, you just witnessed the birth of a flow master
victimizing fools to the tune of disaster

[verse 5: dolla dolla bill]

make it rain with dem pesos
push it down through your facehole
i be making all this bank while you drink the soup from the ladle
i’m dolla bill
bill the thrill
and i’m out for the k!ll
if you got a low ranking
you’ll get a good spanking
if you can’t read you’re wright
you’re as dark as the night
master wayne
better take flight
better fly b-tterfly
i’ll lean as high as the sky
why don’t you lay down and die
cyanide
suicide
then i’m after your hide
you know life ain’t fair
no one knows that you’re there
my lean gone like thin air
gone like mitch-ll’s thin hair
so plant a tree, grow a pair
that’s a dare
and lock them boys down
air tight tupperware

[verse 6: 2chinz]

this summer tryn get a job and get hired
but i can’t cause i sip too much lean and get tired
the purple machine makes me feel mean
and to keep up with my habit i gotta start selling that green
some may call me a fiend, and that’s fine
at least i ain’t spending all my benjis on hookers and wine
i’m just out here tryna shine
and turn up the b-ss in my 67 alpine
no wait i drive a beamer not a chevy
god d-mn this lean makin me feel heavy
you know i gotta shout out to my boy wayne dortch
we out smoking backwoods on his porch
even though he ain’t whippin in the porsche
he’s coachin us till his throat goes ho-rs-
don’t f-ck with long course, only short course
we always show up to the meet strapped with the taurus // a taurus is a make of gun
and you know everyone in the league adore us
shout out to ogg wacc

[verse 7: just-dubs a.k.a. j-woww]

listerine, super clean, we be out here sippin lean
im in first place, yeah things ain’t always what they seem
32 ounces of that lean we be sippin
all my goons up here we be trippin
we gettin this money quick
quicker than michael vick
so quick that we gettin lit
they say what goes up must come down
but i ain’t a believer in givin up this crown
ok, this lean flows better than the blood in my veins
i might take every single thang and mix it up with my drank
you better listen, hear every word that i say
don’t try to act like these h-rnets ain’t runnin the bay
they always asking whats my type
i say the ones that live up to the hype
dribble, fake, cross and continue
that’s the type of ball that we play in this venue

[verse 8: jack the tripper aka kid staxx]

coming out with style like hunter thompson
since i started rapping my pockets get fatter than action bronson
going to league this week, asking castro if they want some
but they don’t want none
down like the rain, pulling back the hammer
p-ssed off my boy sam got sent to the slammer
he had a rough night, his cellmate was the man jammer
alright, that’s enough
now it’s time to sip on that purple stuff
gotta wake up in three hours, head to the weight room and get buff
my team out here, already designating mitch-ll to duff
ajani in the corner sipping on some orange crush
dortch comes out, tells us to lift and hush
i think he’s just mad, cause he ain’t got no hair
he said that joke’s getting old and his patience is starting to wear
we all think that’s unfair
cause that’s the only one we got
but then during my lifting came to me a thought
about marshall when he was 16
had to shave his legs for his team
he told us he had younger girls do it, to tell you the truth that fact made me squeam
i can’t believe he said it like there ain’t nothing to it
time to sip some mind eraser, p-ss me back the lean
i want to get heavy with that purple machine
sizzurp in my cup, don’t care if you call me a fiend
i’m on my bed, staring at the ceiling trying to read
the purple tree is already planted, the seed
once this leanameda drops, i hope all my boys get freed
but right now the squad gotta take a trip to chuck e cheese

- oceans 7

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