Meek Mill - Lean With It lyrics

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Meek Mill - Lean With It lyrics

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] Uh, In the kitchen going H.A.M again f**ing with them birds like Cam and them I'll tell you whats the word when the tan is in We them n***as on the curb with them hammers in Whole brick, throw it on the triple beam If it get hectic we gon stretch it like a limousine Ain't no crutching if I touch it then its Mr. Clean I be reppin in your section, me and my n***a Dean Ghost boy in the ghost n***a I burn bread I ain't talking toast n***a Whole team of k**ers, im the coach Digger Presidential on my wrist now take your votes n***a Rookie of the year, cookies in the rear I got some bad b**hes that will get it there If you dont wanna get it we gon send them there If its heavy then O' Melly comin in the lear Brick Squad like Wack and them If its gucci like D. Howard I get a block for them I dont touch it I just leave it up to Tak and them n***as started, was a drought but we was poppin' then [Hook] Lean wit it, Rock wit it Throw some bak up in the pot wit it Microwave or we gon pot whip it When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it I tell them Lean wit it, Rock wit it Throw some bak up in the pot wit it Microwave or we gon pot whip it When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it [Verse 2: Meek Mill] I made a million off a mixtape, n***a get your sh** straight Im selling that raw sh**, you sellin that whip weight Cookin up a whole bird until I make my wrist ache When I pulled up to the club you should've seen your b**h face Ugh, 50 cash in my pocket, n***a I got your stash in my pocket Im Blowin' Money Fast in my pocket I said its lookin like I got Nicki a** in my pocket Talkin a** a** a** a** all I get is cash cash Club LIV my last tag, I could've bought a fast Jag The way these b**hes waving at me you would've thought a cab past No wonder why you hatin' on me n***a wit your mad a** Rolee on me cost a whole brick k**ers with me ain't got no pics These groupie b**hes ain't got no sense So we make a movie on them b**hes, no script [Hook] [Verse 3: Meek Mill] 36 treat it like a dirty b**h Cause I hit it then I send it to the other strip Call me anything, don't call me by my government Cause when I'm out here in the jungle we be selling bricks Half these n***as in my hood be on some telling sh** We be on some if u snitchin' crack your melon sh** If I ain't rockin' with the Smith its Parabellum sh** Papi bring them on the boat he know we selling sh** Lean wit it, rock wit it, posted Mac 11 in the lot wit it 750 getting busy wit a box in it So when they pull us over they dont find them Glocks in it [Hook]

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