Don Trip - Leaning lyrics

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Don Trip - Leaning lyrics

Mama was hurtin' And we just made sh** worst, what a bruise In middle school I took money out of her purse I'm in Cla** just trying to impress some woman I thought I grabbed they five, it turns out I took a hundred Stupid me, and I know how hard she works She had to beg and borrow just so I could wear this shirt And I just stole her nail money or even worse her Bill money I lied until I looked into her eyes and I saw tears running down (Damn...) Silly me, almost 20 years later we still making mama cry, only now I got more paper Well my Dough ain't so Legit Filled her dryer with my bricks I know once I had my Son I was supposed to quit, sh** (Shhhit...) I'm still trying to get that work off And then life thew a n***a a curve ball And then I wrote "Letter To My Son" Does it really matter if I feed my child with dirty funds? I'm just getting it how I live I'm just trying to make something out of nuthin' And everything's A-ok until mama decides to do her Laundry I got an appetite, who wants beef? I'll slaughter you on Front Street I will not turn the other cheek I do not agree with Dr. King, but R.I.P to Doctor King And I am almost certain that this was not his Dream... But f** it, I got money, b**hes love me And if I give these hoes my All, then they will all leave me with nothing so I'm leaning Leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning What am I doinggg? Leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning What am I doinggg? Leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning What am I doinggg? Leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning What am I doinggg? Leaning Your girl Friend is on my penis because I made a dollar out a Dime Damn it, I'm a genius We all on the road to riches See me, I chose the scenic Baby I survived the jungle if you can name it, I done seen it Chasing all these dead pres' I got Friends that I don't know But when my Doe start running low they all turn Casper the Friendly Ghost (Gone.) A rivederci, Adios Like balloon in a parade, I'm just trying to stay afloat Therefore, I'm leaning Leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning What am I doinggg? Leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning What am I doinggg? Leaning, leaning And I'm not on promethazine But my flow so methamphetamine Didn't stop me, well let 'em Dream Bring the fat b**h, go ahead, let her sing And I'll pop up like a Gopher and then load up and k** everything f** you and f** them n***as with you I'm at'cho door like Jehova witness You a p**y n***a, I know the difference I lay that barrel right on your whiskers Those shots loud, my ears whistle HD you get a clearer picture Got more bullets than a deck of cards I'll shuffle up then come deal with you I'm popular but I'm still with it I'm bawling like Kidd-Gilchrist And we ain't talking about luncheon cards when we say we after that meal ticket Rest in peace to Mill Tickett [sp] And little Milton, in loving memory Know I ain't one of those rapper n***as I'm satisfied with my own identity, Leaning Leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning What am I doinggg? Leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning What am I doinggg? Leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning What am I doinggg? Leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning What am I doinggg? Leaning