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leanin’ & dreamin’ - vons wrld lyrics

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[hook]
i been leaning, i been dreaming, and i’m really getting better
n*ggas fake and n*ggas hating, ’cause i get their b*tches wetter
ima pull up, k.o her sh*t you can call me von mayweather
and i really do this sh*t, b*tch i’m hotter than a sweater
n*ggas hating on me then i pull up with a .45
mj in the clutch, baby i ain’t wasting no time
no time, bae i got a glock 9
but if you come around me, baby i just wanna rewind
if i don’t feel yo love, baby you know i don’t feel fine
he just turned 18 so, we hit him ’round with 2 nines

[verse 1]
man, i so crazy like iverson on that lue guy
sick of everybody telling me about her new guy
and that n*gga nothing, he got blonde hair with some blue eyes
sick of all these b*tches coming up to me with new lies

[bridge]
(uh, and i really want the truth, ooh)
(and, bae you know i really want you)
you gotta come home soon, i miss you
i’m really losing my mind, bae for real, haha
call me back, i love you

[hook]
i been leaning, i been dreaming, and i’m really getting better
n*ggas fake and n*ggas hating, ’cause i get their b*tches wetter
ima pull up, k.o her sh*t call me von mayweather
and i really do this sh*t, b*tch i’m hotter than a sweater
n*ggas hating on me then i pull up with a .45
mj in the clutch, baby i ain’t wasting no time
no time, bae i got a glock 9
but if you come around me, baby i just wanna rewind
if i don’t feel yo love, baby you know i don’t feel fine
he just turned 18 so, we hit him ’round with 2 nines
[verse 2]
way before the rapping, boy i was trapping, i used to touch bands
i got to that bag from the floor, just like a dustpan
how is there so much creativity up in one man
giving kids food for their thoughts, i feel like a lunch man
n*ggas spent their last on a pair of shoes with a jump man
feeling like a mill when he walk, he must be a bucks fan
and you ain’t winning if you spending more than stacking up
if you ain’t mastering the math of your cash, you’ll flunk
holding .223s, them titans scared to clash with us
i’m in my bag, b*tch don’t ever think i’m packing up

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