Meek Mill - Lean With It lyrics

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Meek Mill - Lean With It

Uh, In the kitchen going H.A.M again

Fucking with them birds like Cam and them

I'll tell you whats the word when the tan is in

We them niggas 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 nigga Dean

Ghost boy in the ghost nigga

I burn bread I ain't talking toast nigga

Whole team of killers, im the coach Digger

Presidential on my wrist now take your votes nigga

Rookie of the year, cookies in the rear

I got some bad bitches 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

Niggas started, was a drought but we was poppin' then

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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, nigga get your shit straight

Im selling that raw shit, 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 bitch face

Ugh, 50 cash in my pocket, nigga I got your stash in my pocket

Im Blowin' Money Fast in my pocket

I said its lookin like I got Nicki ass in my pocket

Talkin ass ass ass ass all I get is cash cash

Club LIV my last tag, I could've bought a fast Jag

The way these bitches waving at me you would've thought a cab past

No wonder why you hatin' on me nigga wit your mad ass

Rolee on me cost a whole brick

Killers with me ain't got no pics

These groupie bitches ain't got no sense

So we make a movie on them bitches, no script

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[Verse 3: Meek Mill]

36 treat it like a dirty bitch

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 niggas in my hood be on some telling shit

We be on some if u snitchin' crack your melon shit

If I ain't rockin' with the Smith its Parabellum shit

Papi bring them on the boat he know we selling shit

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

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