| You put the codeine in the Sprite
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| And then you mix it all up
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| Then you sip it slow
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| That’s how them killas get fucked up
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| We call that lean, lean
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| We call that lean, lean
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| You put the codeine in the Sprite
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| And then you mix it all up
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| Then you sip it slow
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| That’s how them killas get fucked up
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| We call that lean, lean
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| We call that lean, lean
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| Bada-boom, bada-bing
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| White cup of lean
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| Blunt full of green
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| In the cut as I lean
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| In a Cutlass Supreme
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| Fuck with the team
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| Got her tucked in a jean
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| I’mma show you what I mean
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| When I cut a nigga clean, scalpel please
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| Throw a mu’fucka off the balcony
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| She don’t wanna (gulp) when she give a nigga head
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| Cause she said that she’s tryna watch her calories
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| It’s the weekend
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| Let your hair down, swallow semen
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| She just wanna be my girlfriend
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| Bitch, wake up ho, are you dreamin'?
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| I got wife and I got children
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| I don’t need you catchin' feelings
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| What the fuck these bitches sniffing
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| Cuz you trippin', listen…
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| Philippine
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| Billie-Jean,
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| guillotine,
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| Ritalin
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| Drizzling, Jiggling, Ringaling, Niggaling
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| Chainsaw blade goes ring-ring
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| Get a motherfucker for the bling-bling
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| Bitch I’m on the lean-lean
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| Girl you on the same thing
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| Wayne ain’t on it no more, let it go,
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| I’mma bring-bring
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| Chain Flame
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| , get a beat, it’s a drink
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| Gone off of mufuckin' Sprite and Promethazine
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| You put the codeine in the Sprite
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| And then you mix it all up
|
| Then you sip it slow
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| That’s how them killas get fucked up
|
| We call that lean, lean
|
| We call that lean, lean
|
| You put the codeine in the Sprite
|
| And then you mix it all up
|
| Then you sip it slow
|
| That’s how them killas get fucked up
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| We call that lean, lean
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| We call that lean, lean
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| Lean, on it
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| 'Half Ounce, Quarter Pound', throw it in the bong
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| Nigga we, on it
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| You ain’t gotta fuck it, you ain’t even gotta suck it
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| Just pull out my dick bitch, breathe on it
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| I often drift, where was I?
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| Lean in my cup and I’m feelin' so high
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| «Dude get the keys to his automobile
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| And if he can’t walk straight then you know he can’t drive!"
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| Lean it, swerve it, please don’t let a nigga crash
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| Shoulda got a cab
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| Shoulda, coulda, woulda, never woulda been a coulda shoulda
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| Rip a nigga ass
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| Throw up in a bag
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| Eastside, throw it on a map
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| Cut open a blunt, then I fill it up with hash
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| If I get the pussy, I’mma put it in a hat
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| I’mma pull it out her mouth, then I put it in her ass like…
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| Cocaine
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| lo mein
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| , propane,
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| Rogaine
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| Gold chain,
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| no brain, Cobain
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| , Don’t mayne
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| Profane, no shame
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| , slow vein, no vain
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| No lames, squares and no names
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| No limit, hit 'em with a tec and a gold tank
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| Y’all niggas hate cause I’m doin' my own thing
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| ATLien, finding my own lane
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| Pop cup full of soda pop and codeine
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| You put the codeine in the Sprite
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| And then you mix it all up
|
| Then you sip it slow
|
| That’s how them killas get fucked up
|
| We call that lean, lean
|
| We call that lean, lean
|
| You put the codeine in the Sprite
|
| And then you mix it all up
|
| Then you sip it slow
|
| That’s how them killas get fucked up
|
| We call that lean, lean
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| We call that lean, lean |