Lean Wit It

Meek Mill

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    Ugh, 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 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 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 its 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 wit it, rock wit it
    Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
    Microwave or we gon' we gon' pop 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' pop whip it
    When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it, ughh!

    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 b!tch face, ughh!
    Fifty cash in my pocket
    Nigga, i got the stash in my pocket
    I'm blowin money fast in my pocket
    Said its 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 u hatin' on me, nigga 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

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    Lean wit it, rock wit it
    Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
    Microwave or we gon' we gon' pop 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' pop whip it
    When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it, ughh!

    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 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 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

    Lean wit it, rock wit it
    Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
    Microwave or we gon' we gon' pop 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' pop whip it
    When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it, ughh!

    Song details

    Composition: Ric Ross, Carl E Mccormick, and Meek Mill

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