Lean wit it, rock wit it!
lean wit it, rock wit it,
lean wit it, rock wit it,
lean wit it, rock wit it,
lean wit it, rock wit it,
lean wit it, rock wit it,
lean wit it, rock wit it,
lean wit it, rock wit it!
(Verse 1)
I bounce in the club so the ho's call me Rocket,
posted in the cut, and im lookin for a blockhead,
yup in my white tee! i break a bitch back,
and i keep a big bank, oh i think dey like dat!
before i leave the house, im slizzard on a goose,
and im higher then a plane, so a nigga really loose,
and i can lean wit it, and i can rock wit it,
and if u gotta friend, she gotta suck a cock wit it!
(Verse 2)
ay gon n rock wit it, gon n lean wit it,
rock so damn hard, u break your spleen wit it,
pull up ya jeans wit it, smoke some green wit it,
if the spot ain't crunk,bitch if we ain't in it
if u dont wanna do it, then ill make ya dance,
perfect example watch me make your face beat up my hands,
when you see me hit the spot, betta watch dat boy,
Chalay, plus the squad n dem franchize boyz!
(Hook)
(Verse 3)
now im gon lean wit it(yea!), brush my shoulders off,
cuz im supa clean wit it, SK dont play, i got a beam wit it,(beam wit it)
if i fuck you gotta let the whole team hit it, yup let the whole team hit it,
now rock wit it, shake your dreads wit it, bend your back,
snap your fingers, bob your head wit it, i said lean wit it,
take a sip of that Henn, and rock wit it,
im off that X rollin hard wont chu pop wit me?
(Verse 4)
When shit pop off, im jumpin out jus like "wassup hoe?"
im jigglin dat shit, all the way down to the flo' ho,
im up in the club, and im creepin like im ice,
cuz my shit down to the flo, like im rollin on a dice,
you know we jawin, yup, and we all in da white tee,
i lean n i rock, niggas wanna do it like me,
i run wit BM squad cuz thats my muthafuckin click fool,
break that bitch back, jus like a real squad nigga do!
(Hook)
(Verse 5)
Rock left den snap ya fingers, rock right den snap ya fingers,
ayyy wats hannenin? lean wit me, rock wit me,
gotta pill pop wit me, gon take a shot wit me,
call me Teddy, i got grams dont hate, nigga shop wit me,
BHS, Trap Squad, B.R.C, we known bitch,
Franchize aint got no money? shiiit hold on hold on bitch !,
dis trap shit n rap shit, i done did dat shit,
lean wit it, rock wit it, gon jig dat shit ayyy,
(Verse 5)
The Squad, Baker Road, and Franchize on some otha shit,
left witcha bitch, wit an ounce, and a stiff dick,
didnt have to say much, cuz she seem obliged,
walked off the club, got on the phone, called her gurl for menage,
wat im all up to, shit lets see how it turned out,
gotta crack-headed broad, now we headed to my house,
ay u wit that G shit right?
cuz i done leaned, i done rocked all muhfuckin night!
Lean wit it, rock wit it!
(x16)
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