Meek Mill - Lean Wit It Lyrics

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Verse 1

Uh In the kitchen goin ham again

Fuckin with dem birds like Cam and them

Ill tell you whats the word when the tan is in

We dem niggas on the curb with dem hammers and

Whole brick throw it on a triple beam

It get hectic we gon stretch it like a limousine

Aint no question if I touch it then its Mr.Clean

I be reppin in yo section me my nigga Keem

Ghost boys in a ghost nigga

I burn bread I aint talkin toast nigga

Whole team of killers Im the coach nigga

Presidential on my wrist now take ya votes nigga

Rookie of the year cookies in the rear

I got some bad bitches thatll get it there

If you dont wanna get it we gon send em there

If its heavy then Omelly comin in a Lear

Bricksquad like Waka and dem

If its gucci like D.Howard get a block for dem

I dont touch I just leave it up to Tock and dem

Meek Mill started wasnt chopper we was poppin den

Hook

Lean wit it rock wit it

Throw some bake up in the pot wit it

Microwave or we gon pop whip it

When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it

I tell em lean wit it rock wit it

Throw some bake up in the pot wit it

Microwave or we gon pop whip it

When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it Ughh!

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Verse 2

I made a million off a mixtape

Find more similar lyrics on Nigga get ya shit straight

Im sellin that raw shit you sellin that weak weight

Cookin up a whole bird until I make my wrist ache

When I pulled up to the club you shouldve seen ya bitch face Ughh!

Fitfy cash in my pocket

Nigga I got the stash in my pocket

Im blowin money fast in my pocket

Said its lookin like I got Nicki ass in my pocket

Talkin Ass Ass Ass Ass all I get is cash cash

Club lit my last tag couldve bought a fast Jag

The way these bitches wavin at me you would think a cab passed

Wondered why u hatin on me nigga wit cho mad ass

Rollie on me cost a whole brick

Killers with me aint go no pics

These groupie bitches aint got no sense

So we make a movie on them bitches no script

Hook

Verse 3

Thirty-six treat it like a dirty bitch

Cuz I hit it and then send it to the other strip

Call me anything dont call me by my government

Cuz when Im out chea in the jungle we be sellin bricks

Half these niggas in my hood be on some tellin shit

We be on some if you snitchin crack ya melon shit

If I aint rockin with the Smith its Parabellum shit

Papi bring em on the boat they know we sellin shit

Lean wit it rock wit it

Posted Mac. 11 in the lot wit it

Seven fifty gettin busy wit a box in it

So when they pull us over they dont find dem Glocks in it

Hook

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