Slim Thug - Leanin Lyrics

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Leanin' leanin' sittin' sideways

Leanin' leanin' sittin' sideways

Leanin' leanin' leanin' sittin' sideways

Leanin' sittin' sideways

Leanin' leanin' sittin' sideways

I'ma young ghetto boy that's why I act this way

Rollin' in the candy car leanin' sittin' sideways

I'ma young ghetto boy that's why I act this way

Rollin' in the candy car leanin' sittin' sideways

Big boss of that damn nawf grab the mic straight run his mouth

Candy blue what you see me floss when I pull the Lac up out the house

Lookin' good while I hold the wood on the slab shit's understood

Hit the stash chunk up the hood boys gotta see me stunt for good

New car new ice it ain't shit I can pay that price

Niggas ain't living like the boss lives

That's what that is and I say that twice

I tip the 4's and flip the roads before that album got shipped to stores

Boys betta keep they lips closed before they punkass get exposed

I done showed the world how the boss hold slab or foreign I floss those

Drank and dro got me floss mode doin' a hundred on the toll road

Pimp and Bun runnin' right behind pieced up with the grill shine

Ten years still putting it down representin' for that H-Town

Michael Watts got the beats slow Slim Thug keep the streets throwed

Brains straight 'bout to be blowed 'cause Rico got them sweets rolled

Now ask them 'cause the streets know the big boss man got it locked

H-Town man I'mma shout that out

Till I'm up in heaven with Pimp and Pac

I'ma young ghetto boy that's why I act this way

Rollin' in the candy car leanin' sittin' sideways

I'ma young ghetto boy that's why I act this way

Rollin' in the candy car leanin' sittin' sideways

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Tony Snow the mack not the myth the Pimp

I got the gift to break a bitch twenty thousand behind my lips

A hundred thousand on my neck every time that I step out

Bought the red thang from Chamillion candy paint swangin' in the drop

I keep the hoes pussy drip drop wet Lamborghini fuck the Vet

Top gone let's get it on I'm the real bitch he's a clone

Smelling like Bar 9 cologne gotta billion dollars out my microphone

Slab crusha dome busta promethazine mixed with the tussa

We call it banana split choose a pimp hoe I'm legit

Wrecked the gray bitch bought the red

I got a Phantom too that's what the fuck I said

And I ain't dropped an album yet

Spend my dirty money don't touch the check

If the rap game die I buy some work

And keep a young yella bitch that will pull up my skirt

And when the bitch get enough her pussy squirt

Tricks love to see how it works

I love the money she love the fame

I gotta leveled head she gotta piece of the brain grain

I gotta three way lover on my cingular

She gotta four inch [Incomprehensible] hair

Between her legs I'm tellin' you

And she pay her daddy and that's what it do

I'ma young ghetto boy that's why I act this way

Rollin' in the candy car leanin' sittin' sideways

I'ma young ghetto boy that's why I act this way

Rollin' in the candy car leanin' sittin' sideways

It's Bun B the man and not the myth ridin' on them 4's trunk got the fifth

I push one button on my remote start up my slab and my trunk will lift

I got the gift I got straight from God keep it real never fraud

From P A T the land of the Trill so when come out I'mma come out hard

You know the name and the resume my G-Code files is documented

Certified Rap-a-Lot for life down with the mob represented

Don't play them games because I got the change

To put it in ya mind and on ya brain you'll leak coming out the candy

Die where you standing simple and plain

I'ma gangsta baby not a baby gangsta I'm overgrown and it's understood

Slim Thug the boss C the Pimp and I'm Bun the OG to run the hood

We got the good and the flower hard or soft get it rock or powder

But know ya shit when you hit ya lick

It don't come with a textbook [Incomprehensible]

And the power and the bread

So fuck a law dog and fuck a fed

I'm from the south and we got the crown

And you can't get it back until I'm dead

Heard what I said and press rewind

Play it back so you can get the meaning

Coming down in that candy slab

Grippin' on the grain and you know I'm leanin'

I'ma young ghetto boy that's why I act this way

Rollin' in the candy car leanin' sittin' sideways

I'ma young ghetto boy that's why I act this way

Rollin' in the candy car leanin' sittin' sideways

Leanin' leanin' sittin' sideways

Leanin' leanin' sittin' sideways

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Leanin' sittin' sideways

Leanin' leanin' sittin' sideways

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