Trina - Lean On Me lyrics

rate me

Ft. Young Cash & T-Pain

(Hook)

Lean on me, if you're gone on Patrone

Ciroc or _____(?) we might have to drive you home

It won't be long before we drinkin' again

(We all need) somebody to lean on

(Verse: Trina)

(Fuck nigga, fuckin' drink, boy)

I'm on that tank, boy, purple piss yo pink boy

Black Range and _____(?) car

All Pakistan on my VISA, boy

Pass customs, I'm buzzing

Got plugs in every fuckin' region, boy

I'm playin' supa much

I'm gettin' supa wasted

I'm cookin' powder, 100 million, sittin' on my saving

I'm over waging, I'm swaying, I drunk away my patience

I don't even know how I ended up in Vegas

In a penthouse, half passed out

Half naked, barely, but I'm bout to spazz out

Call me sister, too much liquor, I done cashed out

I need a nap but I got no (lean on me)

(Hook)

(Verse 2: T-Pain)

(Pour me anotha muthafuckin' drink, homie!)

Man I’ve been up for about two days

Started off with about two shots

My own weed, and my own liquor

Tell the driver we gon’ make two stops

The deejay play my shit

But he said that _______(?) two drops

Left that thug life for that club life

From the party _____(?) to that 2Pac

Lugo, Remi, Henny, Goose Suits

Solo, Porto, Apple Juice

They have it already ready

When 'em girls pull in that parking lot

And I'm hopping out to the ballet

Get that bullshit out my pockets

I'm falling outta control

And I'm not givin' a shit

Money all ova the floor

Till I got this set of licks

Well, I've been ballin' fo' years

My shit is super legit

Shawty look good as 'em all

She want me to give 'er this dick

We're drinkin' hard liquor (that hard liquor)

We'll _____(?) that wine

I'm goin' hard, nigga, goin' fo' the blood like _____(?)

I'm the nappy boy team OG and I'm gon' put my niggas on

They just gotta (lean on me!)

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Young Cash)

(Yeah, pour me anotha muthafuckin' drink, homie!)

We mobbin' side of that club, show me to my section

Got all the bottles you won't, five _____(?) no question

Bring me a Patron, through Ciroc, then some Henny

And some Remy and don't worry bout that money, we got plenty

Cuz we been grindin' all fuckin' day

And you know we smoke that loud, and you know we pump that yay

Where yo money, nigga?

Louie J's, Louie shades, t-shirt with a medusa face

True Religion, Harsh Shoes, c'mon, my boy, let's celebrate

I pop 'em bottles, pop 'em bottles

Fuckin' hood rats is supermodels, I ain't scared, nigga

Pour me anotha drink, cuz I'm feelin' it, I'm feelin' it

A whole bottle of Remy, I'm killin' it, I'm killin' it

We takin' shots, takin' shots, she said she done, no, you're not

Oh, we got one, I'm drunk as hell

I've got my team with me, my dawg look me in the eyes and said

Boy! (Lean on me!)

(Hook)