Lyrics

Lean, lean, lean, lean Lean, lean, you know I got that lean Lean, lean, lean, lean Finna rob a plug for that promethazine Lean, lean, lean, lean Lean, lean, you know I got that lean Lean, lean, lean, lean Finna rob a plug for that promethazine Quarter pint, half a pint, whole pint, aye Catch me in the Bay sipping syrup everyday It's Ashley All Day, your nigga know my name I teach these bitches game 'bout the money and the fame I go hard in the paint like Waka Flocka Flame Pussy sweet like Actavis, niggas they can't fuck with this All you hoes can suck a dick, you know I got that lean Lean, lean, if your bitch broke she not on my team Team, stay getting green Your nigga call my phone like a motherfucking fiend Hitting licks, popping sticks, serving bricks, robbing tricks Camera phone, take a pic, pop that pussy, get rich Bitches want to be me, niggas want to see me They do anything like bring me drugs just to meet me Ashley All Day, all work, no breaks Take your girl on a date, yeah, bitch I run the Bay Lean, lean, lean, lean Lean, lean, you know I got that lean Lean, lean, lean, lean Finna rob a plug for that promethazine I look great, why you mad? Bitches looking sad cause they know I got the swag Ashley All Day, put the money in the bag I'm on point, never lacking Bad bitches 'round the world, what's happening? Stripper pole in the living room trapping In the kitchen whipping work like magic Don't be talking too much, I won't have it Quarter bar, half a bar, whole bar, aye Drop it in the Sprite, slow motion all day Cop a couple bricks cause you know I push weight All this money in the way, RIP Mac Dre You could try, but you never gone be me Feeling myself, bitch, it's way too easy Posted in the cut with a blunt and a beezy Purse full of money, when I leave, you gone see me Lean, lean, lean, lean Lean, lean, you know I got that lean Lean, lean, lean, lean Finna rob a plug for that promethazine
Writer(s): Brandon Christopher Mccartney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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