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"Lean Wit It" lyrics by MEEK MILL
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"Lean Wit It"

[Verse 1:]
Uh, In the kitchen goin ham again
Fuckin' with dem birds like Cam and dem
I'll tell you what's the word when the tan is in
We dem niggas 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 nigga Keem
Ghost boys, in a ghost nigga
I burn bread I ain't talkin toast nigga
Whole team of killers, I'm the coach nigga
Presidential on my wrist, now take ya votes nigga
Rookie of the year, cookies in the rear
I got some bad bitches 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

Lean with it, rock with it
Throw some bake up in the pot with it
Microwave or we gon we gon pop whip it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock with it
I tell em lean with it, rock with it
Throw some bake up in the pot with it
Microwave or we gon we gon pop whip it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock with it, Ughh!

[Verse 2:]
I made a million off a mixtape
Nigga 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 bitch face, Ughh!
Fitfy cash in my pocket
Nigga, 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 bitches wavin' at me, you would think a cab passed
Wondered why u hatin on me, nigga with 'cho mad ass
Rollie on me cost a whole brick
Killers with me ain't go no pics
These groupie bitches ain't got no sense
So we make a movie on dem bitches no script


[Verse 3:]
Thirty-six treat it like a dirty bitch
Cause I hit it and then send it to the other strip
Call me anything don't call me by my government
Cause when I'm out 'chea in the jungle we be sellin bricks
Half these niggas 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 it's Parabellum shit
Papi bring 'em on the boat they know we sellin shit
Lean with it, rock with it
Posted Mac. 11 in the lot with it
Seven fifty gettin' busy with a box in it
So when they pull us over they don't find dem Glocks in it


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