F*ck I just spilled the lean on my jeans bitch Amiri jeans
These thousand dollar jeans bitch Thousand dollars
Nate
Spillin lean all my garment my shooters hit the target
Got the dog food barking foreign valet parking
Told your bitch to get up off me I don't want the sloppy
Sippin lean don't sip no coffee 10 bands on u if you cross me
Came in through the back Walked out with them racks
Your BM wanna sex I don't even want the neck
If you wanna hit that cheque hit them hounds or move them packs
Hop out fresh I got that sack lil bro strapped he watch my back
Getting paid to live my life you broke she leave your life
She came back for some pipe you text her like goodnight
You find out that she wit me arguing you trynna fight
Early morning caught a flight she gonna text me like you right
She gonna ride it like a bike and get them racks she feel alright
Dropped your reup my jeans outta mind outta sight
I'm a foreign whip owner you drive a bunch of loaners
I be Wiz Khalifa high I be boolin wit the stoners
If I pop another perky my liver need a doner
Big racks on me feel like Pac death around the corner
Getting paid to live my life you broke she leave your life
She came back for some pipe you text her like goodnight
You find out that she wit me arguing you trynna fight
Early morning caught a flight she gonna text me like you right
She gonna ride it like a bike and get them racks she feel alright
Dropped your reup my jeans outta mind outta sight
Spillin lean all my garment my shooters hit the target
Got the dog food barking foreign valet parking
Told your bitch to get up off me I don't want the sloppy
Sippin lean don't sip no coffee 10 bands on u if you cross me
Came in through the back Walked out with them racks
Your BM wanna sex I don't even want the neck
If you wanna hit that cheque hit them hounds or move them packs
Hop out fresh I got that sack lil bro strapped he watch my back
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F*ck I just spilled the lean on my jeans bitch Amiri jeans
These thousand dollar jeans bitch Thousand dollars
Nate
Spillin lean all my garment my shooters hit the target
Got the dog food barking foreign valet parking
Told your bitch to get up off me I don't want the sloppy
Sippin lean don't sip no coffee 10 bands on u if you cross me
Came in through the back Walked out with them racks
Your BM wanna sex I don't even want the neck
If you wanna hit that cheque hit them hounds or move them packs
Hop out fresh I got that sack lil bro strapped he watch my back
Getting paid to live my life you broke she leave your life
She came back for some pipe you text her like goodnight
You find out that she wit me arguing you trynna fight
Early morning caught a flight she gonna text me like you right
She gonna ride it like a bike and get them racks she feel alright
Dropped your reup my jeans outta mind outta sight
I'm a foreign whip owner you drive a bunch of loaners
I be Wiz Khalifa high I be boolin wit the stoners
If I pop another perky my liver need a doner
Big racks on me feel like Pac death around the corner
Getting paid to live my life you broke she leave your life
She came back for some pipe you text her like goodnight
You find out that she wit me arguing you trynna fight
Early morning caught a flight she gonna text me like you right
She gonna ride it like a bike and get them racks she feel alright
Dropped your reup my jeans outta mind outta sight
Spillin lean all my garment my shooters hit the target
Got the dog food barking foreign valet parking
Told your bitch to get up off me I don't want the sloppy
Sippin lean don't sip no coffee 10 bands on u if you cross me
Came in through the back Walked out with them racks
Your BM wanna sex I don't even want the neck
If you wanna hit that cheque hit them hounds or move them packs
Hop out fresh I got that sack lil bro strapped he watch my back
These thousand dollar jeans bitch Thousand dollars
Nate
Spillin lean all my garment my shooters hit the target
Got the dog food barking foreign valet parking
Told your bitch to get up off me I don't want the sloppy
Sippin lean don't sip no coffee 10 bands on u if you cross me
Came in through the back Walked out with them racks
Your BM wanna sex I don't even want the neck
If you wanna hit that cheque hit them hounds or move them packs
Hop out fresh I got that sack lil bro strapped he watch my back
Getting paid to live my life you broke she leave your life
She came back for some pipe you text her like goodnight
You find out that she wit me arguing you trynna fight
Early morning caught a flight she gonna text me like you right
She gonna ride it like a bike and get them racks she feel alright
Dropped your reup my jeans outta mind outta sight
I'm a foreign whip owner you drive a bunch of loaners
I be Wiz Khalifa high I be boolin wit the stoners
If I pop another perky my liver need a doner
Big racks on me feel like Pac death around the corner
Getting paid to live my life you broke she leave your life
She came back for some pipe you text her like goodnight
You find out that she wit me arguing you trynna fight
Early morning caught a flight she gonna text me like you right
She gonna ride it like a bike and get them racks she feel alright
Dropped your reup my jeans outta mind outta sight
Spillin lean all my garment my shooters hit the target
Got the dog food barking foreign valet parking
Told your bitch to get up off me I don't want the sloppy
Sippin lean don't sip no coffee 10 bands on u if you cross me
Came in through the back Walked out with them racks
Your BM wanna sex I don't even want the neck
If you wanna hit that cheque hit them hounds or move them packs
Hop out fresh I got that sack lil bro strapped he watch my back
Writer: Nathan Barthelette
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid