Artist/Band:
Meek Mill
Lyrics for Song: Lean Wit It
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Meek Mill
[Verse 1]
Uh, In the kitchen goin' ham again
F*ckin' with dem birds like Cam and dem
I'll tell you what's the word when the tan is in
We dem n*ggas 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*gga Keem
Ghost boys, in a ghost n*gga
I burn bread I ain't talkin' toast n*gga
Whole team of killers, I'm the coach n*gga
Presidential on my wrist, now take ya votes n*gga
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 it's 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' we gon' pot 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' we gon' pot 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*gga get ya shit straight
I'm sellin' that raw shit, you sellin' that whip 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*gga, I got the stash in my pocket
I'm blowin' money fast in my pocket
Said it's lookin' like I got Nicki ass in my pocket
Talkin' ass ass ass ass, 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 passed
Wondered why you hatin on me, n*gga wit 'cho mad ass
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 dem 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*ggas in my hood be on some tellin' shit
We be on some if you snitchin' crack ya melon shit
If I ain't rockin' with the Smith its Parabellum shit
Papi bring 'em on the boat they know we sellin' shit
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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