Lyrics

Maybe she got some friends? I don't have no friends for you What's her name? I wanna know her name My name is Lean Yessirrr Yeah Yeah Yeah Whatever Go Yeah Woah Yeah Y'all ready? Listen Mind of a rebel I'm wired by my intelligence People can't coincide the feeling and that vibe I bring Change mind of a pessimist I just do what it do I'm no impressionist But I'm a specialist Specializing these rhymes all times Rock mics with a etiquette Make me a medalist Grammy's yes please indeed Cooking up the eggs Benedict Brodie in the corner rolling indo, hemps tho Baby turn the mother fuckin' tempo up slow Shawty getting naughty with her friends though Let's go, niggas in the back they steady plotting Pimp mode, bottles started popping of the Casamigos Anything can happen when I'm with my migos Outfit sick, I'm flyer than an eagle People all around me doing things illegal They can't stop all this vibing We too lit can't quit we be wilding Flow so sick get swift, like an island Breeze, we coasting fuck all the mileage Piling up we stacking them commas Blue and green cash, change like iguanas Run it up, in suits or pajamas Work and play, I ain't got time for drama I'm feeling myself, like Blues Clues I'm too cool trailing myself A smooth groove, another hit under my belt Like ace of spades, my best hand finna get dealt Back stroking the baselines, I feel like Phelps Yeah, I'm in my element You know Lean the subject Haters are the predicate Watch how you approach me You know I am delicate Came to fuck it up some No I ain't celibate They must need a light cus' them niggas always switching Money on my mind, nigga I been on a mission Steady cooking up, and I ain't talking bout' the kitchen If you ain't talking business, get the fuck up out my mentions Speaking on me, better ask for my permission I'm back baby, had to take an intermission Besides me, I don't see no competition Like Nike, imma do it, no condition Mind of a rebel I'm wired by my intelligence People can't coincide the feeling and that vibe I bring Change mind of a pessimist I just do what it do I'm no impressionist But I'm a specialist Specializing these rhymes all times Rock mics with a etiquette Make me a medalist Grammy's yes please indeed Cooking up the eggs Benedict Ha ha I'm back baby Yeah, woah Owwww Yeah, yeah, yeah whatever Uh Woah Yeah, uh, woah Yeah, uh, woah
Writer(s): Pauline Fornah Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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