Soulja Boy - Sippin Lean Lyrics
Sipping on this lean, sipping on this leanSipping on this lean, sipping on this leanMan, I got codeine, I got promethazineMan, I got codeine, I got promethazineSipping on this lean, sipping on this leanSipping on this lean, sipping on this leanI got codeine, I got promethazineI got codeine, I got promethazineSipping on this lean and my ice frozeAll by Cuban links from the North PoleShorty say she know me, well, I don't knowHad her in the bed, in a figure foldI be sipping lean, keep my heart cold9 mm right next to my doorI be riding, flexing right on Stilton RoadThat nigga ain't pouring up, I stay, pullI be riding clean 'cause they know I'm flexingI be riding Bugatti, I don't ride in LexusNo, I be sipping lean, I'm a call a fiendI'm a take the belly, miss 'em with some Louis jeansSipping on this lean, sipping on this leanSipping on this lean, sipping on this leanI got codeine and promethazineI got codeine and promethazineSipping on this lean, sipping on this leanSipping on this lean, sipping on this leanI got codeine, I got promethazineI got codeine, I got promethazineSipping on this lean, man, I gotta peeCall my plug up, I need all that ActavisRiding through my hood, we call it the steaksI be playing 'round with 'bout 20 mil'20 bricks duffle all up in my bag100 bands 'cause it make my pants sackRiding through my hood, they say what's up with thatA hood nigga but I got a platinum blackLean
