| I put that syrup in my double cup
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| Chop and screwed, body on the way
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| Leanin', leanin'
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| Leanin', leanin'
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| And baby, when you look into my eyes
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| You know why they open wide
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| Leanin', leanin'
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| Leanin', leanin'
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| All of these feelings, you catchin' feelings
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| And seein' all the signs
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| Leanin', leanin'
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| Leanin', leanin'
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| You pop this pill then tell me what you feelin'
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| And take it for this ride
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| Leanin', leanin'
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| Leanin', leanin'
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| Got that soda bowl, then we glow, white girls put coke up their nose
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| Shakin' ass for Juicy J, I’m throwin' money 'til they close
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| Seen 'em all, seen me ball, pour it all, drank it all
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| Got that blower in the car, just in case it go that far
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| Roll up, pour up, what’s the hold up? |
| Hold up
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| I be slowed up, dozed off, off that slow stuff, woke up
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| I give no fucks, slow bucks, better than no bucks, so what?
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| That bitch chose up, feed her, need no coca, so up
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| I be rackin' up the M’s, fuckin' hoes on film
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| Blowin' strong like the weed in the gym
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| Still sippin' that sizzurp
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| I been ballin' like arenas
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| And then two freaky foreign bitches
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| She ain’t bad, told her don’t bring her with them
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| I let her spend the night if my girl with it
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| We can have a threesome with them
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| I put that syrup in my double cup
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| Chop and screwed, body on the way
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| Leanin', leanin'
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| Leanin', leanin'
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| And baby, when you look into my eyes
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| You know why they open wide
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| Leanin', leanin'
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| Leanin', leanin'
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| All of these feelings, you catchin' feelings
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| And seein' all the signs
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| Leanin', leanin'
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| Leanin', leanin'
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| You pop this pill then tell me what you feelin'
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| And take it for this ride
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| Leanin', leanin'
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| Leanin', leanin'
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| (Quavo)
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| Drank, drank, drank on me (drank on me)
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| Yeah, they call me young Quavo (Quavo)
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| Dropped the top, told your bitch, «Get in»
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| She gon' do what I say so (skrrt, skrrt)
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| She gon' do what I say so (skrrt, skrrt)
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| I told her count up the pesos (count it up)
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| Yeah, came from puttin' bricks in the cars like Maaco (bricks)
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| I don’t get tired when I’m whippin' pies
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| Hit 'em with that circumcised choppers in my archive
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| Came from servin' the fiends on 'em
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| Now I’m in the coupe with the wings on it
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| Now I’m just lookin' for somebody to lean
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| Lean, lean, lean, lean on me
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| I advise you to pay up (cash)
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| Cut 'em off on the way up (cut 'em off)
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| I’m on the boards like a layup
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| On your hoe face more than makeup (bluh)
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| Bet I beat you to the paper (I bet it)
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| Cup filled with the Lakers (I bet it)
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| Blunt filled with the Lakers (yeah)
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| Bow, bow, I demolish a hater
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| I put that syrup in my double cup
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| Chop and screwed, body on the way
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| Leanin', leanin'
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| Leanin', leanin'
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| And baby, when you look into my eyes
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| You know why they open wide
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| Leanin', leanin'
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| Leanin', leanin'
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| All of these feelings, you catchin' feelings
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| And seein' all the signs
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| Leanin', leanin'
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| Leanin', leanin'
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| You pop this pill then tell me what you feelin'
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| And take it for this ride
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| Leanin', leanin'
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| Leanin', leanin'
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| Sizzurp |