Meek Mill Lean Wit It Lyrics

Meek Mill Lean Wit It Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ugh, In the kitchen goin' ham again
F-ckin' with dem birds like Cam and dem
I'll tell you what's the word when the tan is in
We dem niggas on the curb with dem hammers and
Whole brick throw it on a triple beam
It get hectic we gon' stretch it like a limousine
Ain't no question if I touch it then it's Mr.Clean
I be reppin in yo' section me my nigga Keem
Ghost boys, in a ghost nigga
I burn bread I ain't talkin' toast nigga
Whole team of killers, I'm the coach nigga
Presidential on my wrist, now take ya votes nigga
Rookie of the year, cookies in the rear
I got some bad b!tches that'll get it there
If you don't wanna get it we gon' send 'em there
If it's heavy then Omelly comin' in a Lear
Bricksquad, like Waka and dem
If its gucci like D.Howard get a block for dem
I don't touch I just leave it up to Tock and dem
Meek Mill started wasn't chopper we was poppin den

[Hook]
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
Microwave or we gon' we gon' pop whip it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it
I tell em lean wit it, rock wit it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
Microwave or we gon' we gon' pop whip it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it, Ughh!

[Verse 2]
I made a million off a mixtape
Nigga get ya shit straight
I'm sellin that raw shit, you sellin that whip weight
Cookin' up a whole bird until I make my wrist ache
When I pulled up to the club you should’ve seen ya b!tch face, Ughh!
Fifty cash in my pocket
Nigga, I got the stash in my pocket
I'm blowin money fast in my pocket
Said its lookin like I got Nicki ass in my pocket
Talkin' Ass Ass Ass Ass, all I get is cash cash
Club lit my last tag, could've bought a fast Jag
The way these b!tches wavin' at me, you would think a cab passed
Wondered why u hatin' on me, nigga wit 'cho mad ass
Rollie on me cost a whole brick
Killers with me ain't go no pics
These groupie b!tches ain't got no sense
So we make a movie on dem b!tches no script

[Hook]
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
Microwave or we gon' we gon' pop whip it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it
I tell em lean wit it, rock wit it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
Microwave or we gon' we gon' pop whip it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it, Ughh!

[Verse 3]
Thirty-six treat it like a dirty b!tch
Cuz I hit it and then send it to the other strip
Call me anything don't call me by my government
Cuz when I'm out 'chea in the jungle we be sellin bricks
Half these niggas in my hood be on some tellin shit
We be on some if you snitchin crack ya melon shit
If I ain't rockin with the Smith its Parabellum shit
Papi bring 'em on the boat they know we sellin shit
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Posted Mac. 11 in the lot wit it
Seven fifty gettin' busy wit a box in it
So when they pull us over they don't find dem Glocks in it

[Hook]
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
Microwave or we gon' we gon' pop whip it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it
I tell em lean wit it, rock wit it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
Microwave or we gon' we gon' pop whip it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it, Ughh!

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Fabolous Lord Knows Lyrics

Fabolous Lord Knows Lyrics

Your worst nightmare be this verse right here
But good, that's what you niggas get for sleeping on me
I put your favorite rapper in that hearse right there
And I bet his weeping homies won't do shit but call them peoples on me
Hard to keep it real when everybody keep it phony
I'mma keep it Sosa while these niggas keep it Tony
You gotta watch the picture that you painting with your verses
We go in niggas' mouths, I don't know bout b!tches' purses
And what's up with this, "I'm just sayin'" shit?
F-ck-ass you, you shouldn't be saying shit
Problem is, assholes always saying shit
But money talks you ain't got it, then you shouldn't be saying shit
Like Plaxi-ho, oops, I mean Plaxico
Talking bout we get 'em robbed - shut the f-ck up, Cheddar Bob
You know the story, nigga come home, set it sob
Gonna be a hater cause he can't find a better job
Nigga at home, feeling like he out of town
Nigga on the field, feeling like he out of bounds
Welcome to my city, emphasis on my city
That just my opinion, but who really f-cking with me, huh?
Why give a f-ck it makes no sense to give
That Ray J shit got me so sensitive
Big bad wolf dressed in a granny disguise
B!tch nigga, I see through your tranny disguise
Your jeans sagging too low, or your panties too high
You can't touch me, you waiting for your money to drive
And you don't want them niggas in your house though
Trying to see if you got indo'/outdo'
I ain't one to put no info out, no
You start shit, I end shit - intro/outro
You under the influence, I'm over the bullshit
You on a empty tank, I got a full clip
You got the drool dripping from the wolves' lips
Don't have that man talking bout you from the pulpit
Blahsay blah, blahsay blah
Yeah, death comes in threes like menage a trois
Mase quoi, that's the four-door 'rati
My Aston Martin, made that a four-door body
Double pipes, that's my four-door shotty
Sitting but I'm shitting, that's my four-door potty
Ain't too many ride like me, literally
This what separates the majors from the little league
Little me, just trying to be the bigger person
Dr. Bruce Banner, but the nigga version
And you don't want to see me angry
You won't like it when I'm angry
My condolences from the boss
All I could say, sorry for your loss

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Fabolous B.E.T Lyrics

Fabolous B.E.T Lyrics

(Ft. Jadakiss & Styles P)

[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Chrome thing on me, chrome on the lotus
I don't trust a motherf-cking soul, and you know this
Cause all these niggas be having is ulterior motives
It be the ones closest to you that hit you the lowest
That's why you gotta watch niggas like B.E.T
Little stupid niggas, they ain't got their G.E.D
But they'll do anything for a fee
And damn near anything for a ki
Yeah, so I keep em in my rearview
You acting like you ready to die

[Styles P]
Be prepared to
[Jadakiss]
They gonna think you had a deal with Nike, I'm air you
Coming through, knocking that Black Rob
[Styles P]
I dare you, yeah
[Jadakiss]
I'll send flowers to your wake
[Styles P]
I'll park a hundred and six bullets in your face
[Jadakiss]
I got a bunch of Roxies and Frees with me
I even gotta watch the niggas that be with me

[Hook: Fabolous]
Gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
You gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
Friends at a distance, enemies close
Sometimes the ones you call friends be who envy the most
Look, gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
You gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
Friends at a distance, enemies close
Sometimes the ones you call friends be who envy the most

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
You gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
Keep your gun every day, I got my G.E.D
Everything's believable, anything's possible
Don't take it from me, ask the niggas in the hospital
You holding up your right hand on the stand
And then you put your right hand in the can
Friends like that, who needs enemies?
I'm f-cking successful, it do breed enemies
Talking all that fly shit lead to gunplay
Tear your ass apart, rip the runway
I ain't with none of the sucker shit that they be with
Want you to pick em up all the time, that's baby shit
That's why when I breeze past, I'm with a broad
Never mind you of Free's ass at the Awards
My advice get your money, don't let it change you
And don't trust shit, even the devil was an angel

[Hook: Fabolous]
Gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
You gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
Friends at a distance, enemies close
Sometimes the ones you call friends be who envy the most
Look, gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
You gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
Friends at a distance, enemies close
Sometimes the ones you call friends be who envy the most

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