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Juvenile( Terius Gray )
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Way I Be Leanin' - feat. Mike Jones, Paul Wall, Skip, and Wacko Amended
'all the ballers is bouncing, they love the way i be leaning' 'they love the way i be leaning, they love the way i be leaning'
this is the year of the u, watch how i get on track the young black payton manning of rap getting his snaps and also, he only rides in the year that he's in cause he don't feel the year's bigger than him, so let the boy be he off the meter with tennis shoes and a white tee btches watching him thinking 'what if he wife me?' and it's a certain kind of swagger you get especially when you're used to being the sht, that's if you're older right all of my boss btches know the type when a ngg hug all on ya and he be smelling like a motorbike a nice fit and video on the tv'll get her to come out of them bb's, believe me i'm a thug and i'ma stay on pub' and i don't bug, cause i carry the strap in the club i see ya peeping trying to figure out what's happening with us 'they love the way i be leaning' – that's why they bagging it up
geah! ice age, mike jones! you know that purple drank i be leaning, my diamonds shining and gleaming i'm in that dropper with juve the groupies bopping and fiendin i'm from the home of the candy paint, 84's and purple drank ladies know when i hit they corner my slabs'll make 'em faint ice age and utp, ball-balling as you can see crawl-crawling on 23's, with candy on my humvee hon-ies love the way i talk, love the way i walk love the way i lean, they say that i'm so clean もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com
i got a lot of money, i got a lot of ice i got a lot of cars, many colors and lots of types i got that paper cause i'm caked up like betty crocker coming down on choppers single file with all the trunk poppers getting money's my only task, stack up paper and count cash i'm riding on that pull over silver, the same color as a bad rash getting full of that puff puff pss, it's paul wall man what that do swishahouse baby that's my crew, coming down jamming on the screw
drove over two dogs, sitting on two fogs my rims be talking too, they love to seduce hogs they're dressed in cute clothes, manicured with cute toes i'm big paper; wacko never stop for group hoes oh no i don't scoop those, fly btches salute those fatties with benefits, you know i recruit those this a soulja slim t-shirt, this ain't no suit hoe i got prada up under these, not no timberland boots hoe
i'm sick dog! and there ain't no antidote bust your motherfcking like a cantaloupe like hannibal, woof, i'm an animal just cold dcking the money down huh – ain't it though? i'ma do my dmn thing 'til i can't no mo' don't make me pull this dmn trigger 'til it ain't no mo' and don't tell me where you ain't gon' go i'ma just tell you one time, get to fck 'til i ain't no mo'
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