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lean - curren$y & styles p lyrics

[verse 1: styles p]
i’m on the lean off that romulan and ear wax
mad high, gettin’ stuck on fairfax
now let me hit you with the clear facts
got a bunch of sons but i didn’t go bareback
ghost bars, dead verses, to get a n-gga high is the meds purpose
to bring a n-gga down is the feds purpose
like my insides white, but let me get a red surface
white walls, caddy flow
that boy so g that even ya mom and daddy know
ghost be gettin’ high on the patio
hit you with the ratty though right where you tatted though
i’m buggin’ out, nah, you buggin out
them n-ggas on the lean so they went and pulled the buggies out
its a lot of blue sh-t and its real bl–dy out
and its real pretty but i bet you it get real ugly out, yeah

[verse 2: curren$y]
right when fools thought i was all music
leaned on ’em, flexed green on ’em and pinky rings on ’em
never seen garments, iceberg knits got bart simpson on ’em
luxury sedans under car covers, interior gravy, softer than b-tter
i got that from hard work, i got more comin’
my styles, my fly got your woman
my n-gga corner boy p keep his cup muddy
i don’t drink but i keep it in my fridge for ’em
me? i’m champagne pourin’
pedal to the floor in somethin’ foreign, vertical liftin’ door
woke up this mornin’, and came up with a way
to settle the score on these ol’ hoe -ss n-ggas
run up the store, roll up the smoke, stand on the throat on these ol’ hoe -ss n-ggas
i be so mad wit ’em, but i ain’t stressin’, i’m chillin’
livin’ off the land, leanin’ like a kick stand, yeah

[chorus: styles p & fiend]
lean in the whip, lean in the cup
lean off a blunt, lean on a budda
i lean on these b-tch n-ggas wit’ a gun
i lean on my money ’cause i stacked it up
lean in the whip, lean in the cup
lean off a blunt, lean on a budda
i lean on these b-tch n-ggas wit’ a gun
i lean on my money ’cause i stacked it up
lean in the whip, lean in the cup
lean off a blunt, lean on a budda
i lean on these b-tch n-ggas wit’ a gun
i lean on my money ’cause i stacked it up
lean in the whip, lean in the cup
lean off a blunt, lean on a budda
i lean on these b-tch n-ggas wit’ a gun
i lean on my money ’cause i stacked it up

- curreny styles p lyrics

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