Styles P - Lean Lyrics
[Chorus x2: Styles P & Fiend]Lean in the whip, Lean in the cupLean off a blunt, Lean on a buttI lean on these ***** niggas with' a gunI lean on my money cus I stacked it up[Styles P:]I'm on the lean off of ramulin and earwaxMad high getting stuck on fairfaxNow let me hit you with the clear factsGot a bunch of sons but I didn't go barebackGhost Bars, Dead verses, to get a nigga high is the meds purposeTo bring a nigga down is the feds purposeLike my insides white, but let me get a red surfaceWhite walls, caddy flowThat boy so G that even ya mom and daddy knowGhost be getting high on the patioHit you with the [?] tho right where you tatted thoI'm buggin out, nah you buggin outThem niggas on the lean so they went and pulled the bubbie outIt's a lot of blue shit and it's real bloody outAnd it's real pretty but I bet it get real ugly out, yeah[Chorus: x2]Lean in the whip, Lean in the cupLean off a blunt, Lean on a buttI lean on these ***** niggas with' a gunI lean on my money cus I stacked it up[Curren$y:]Right when fools thought I was all musicLeaned on them flexed green on em and pinky ring on emNever seen garments, Iceberg knits got Bart Simpson on emLuxury sedans under car covers interior gravy, softer than butterI got that from hard work, I got more comingMy fly, My style got your womanMy nigga Corner Boy P keep his cup muddyI don't drink but I keep it in my fridge for himMe I'm Champagne pouringPedal to the floor in something foreign vertical lifting doorWoke up this morning, and came up with a wayTo settle the score on these ol' ho ass niggasRun up the store, roll up the smoke stand on the throat on these ol' ho ass niggasI be so mad with em, but I ain't stressing I'm chillinLiving off the land, leaning like a kick stand, yeah[Chorus: x4]Lean in the whip, Lean in the cupLean off a blunt, Lean on a buttI lean on these ***** niggas with' a gunI lean on my money cus I stacked it up
