Lean - Jarren Benton

You put the codeine in the Sprite

And then you mix it all up

Then you sip it slow

That’s how them killas get fucked up

We call that lean, lean

We call that lean, lean

You put the codeine in the Sprite

And then you mix it all up

Then you sip it slow

That’s how them killas get fucked up

We call that lean, lean

We call that lean, lean

Bada-boom, bada-bing

White cup of lean

Blunt full of green

In the cut as I lean

In a Cutlass Supreme

Fuck with the team

Got her tucked in a jean

I’mma show you what I mean

When I cut a nigga clean, scalpel please

Throw a mu’fucka off the balcony

She don’t wanna (gulp) when she give a nigga head

Cause she said that she’s tryna watch her calories

It’s the weekend

Let your hair down, swallow semen

She just wanna be my girlfriend

Bitch, wake up ho, are you dreamin'?

I got wife and I got children

I don’t need you catchin' feelings

What the fuck these bitches sniffing

Cuz you trippin', listen…

Philippine

Billie-Jean,

guillotine,

Ritalin

Drizzling, Jiggling, Ringaling, Niggaling

Chainsaw blade goes ring-ring

Get a motherfucker for the bling-bling

Bitch I’m on the lean-lean

Girl you on the same thing

Wayne ain’t on it no more, let it go,

I’mma bring-bring

Chain Flame

, get a beat, it’s a drink

Gone off of mufuckin' Sprite and Promethazine

You put the codeine in the Sprite

And then you mix it all up

Then you sip it slow

That’s how them killas get fucked up

We call that lean, lean

We call that lean, lean

You put the codeine in the Sprite

And then you mix it all up

Then you sip it slow

That’s how them killas get fucked up

We call that lean, lean

We call that lean, lean

Lean, on it

'Half Ounce, Quarter Pound', throw it in the bong

Nigga we, on it

You ain’t gotta fuck it, you ain’t even gotta suck it

Just pull out my dick bitch, breathe on it

I often drift, where was I?

Lean in my cup and I’m feelin' so high

«Dude get the keys to his automobile

And if he can’t walk straight then you know he can’t drive!"

Lean it, swerve it, please don’t let a nigga crash

Shoulda got a cab

Shoulda, coulda, woulda, never woulda been a coulda shoulda

Rip a nigga ass

Throw up in a bag

Eastside, throw it on a map

Cut open a blunt, then I fill it up with hash

If I get the pussy, I’mma put it in a hat

I’mma pull it out her mouth, then I put it in her ass like…

Cocaine

lo mein

, propane,

Rogaine

Gold chain,

no brain, Cobain

, Don’t mayne

Profane, no shame

, slow vein, no vain

No lames, squares and no names

No limit, hit 'em with a tec and a gold tank

Y’all niggas hate cause I’m doin' my own thing

ATLien, finding my own lane

Pop cup full of soda pop and codeine

You put the codeine in the Sprite

And then you mix it all up

Then you sip it slow

That’s how them killas get fucked up

We call that lean, lean

We call that lean, lean

You put the codeine in the Sprite

And then you mix it all up

Then you sip it slow

That’s how them killas get fucked up

We call that lean, lean

We call that lean, lean