{Lean wit it, rock wit it!
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lean wit it, rock wit it,
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lean wit it, rock wit it,
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lean wit it, rock wit it,
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lean wit it, rock wit it,
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lean wit it, rock wit it,
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lean wit it, rock wit it,
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lean wit it, rock wit it!
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~Verse 1~
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I bounce in the club so the ho's call me Rocky,
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posted in the cut, and im lookin for a blockhead,
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yup in my white tee! i break a bitch back,
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and i keep a big bank, oh i think dey like dat!
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before i leave the house, im slizzard on a goose,
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and im higher then a plane, so a nigga really loose,
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and i can lean wit it, and i can rock wit it,
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and if u gotta friend, she gotta suck a cock wit it!
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~Verse 2~
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ay gon n rock wit it, gon n lean wit it,
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rock so damn hard, u break your spleen wit it,
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pull up ya jeans wit it, smoke some green wit it,
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n da spot aint crunk? bitch its green isnt it?
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if u dont wanna do it, then ill make ya dance,
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perfect example watch me make your face beat up my hands,
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when you see me hit the spot, betta watch dat boy,
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Chalay, plus the squad n dem franchize boyz!
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{Hook}
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~Verse 3~
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now im gon lean wit it(yea!), brush my shoulders off,
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cuz im supa clean wit it, SK dont play, i got a beam wit it,(beam wit it)
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if i fuck you gotta let the whole team hit it, yup let the whole team hit it,
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now rock wit it, shake your dreads wit it, bend your back,
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snap your fingers, bob your head wit it, i said lean wit it,
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take a sip of that Henn, and rock wit it,
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im off that X rollin hard wont chu pop wit me?
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~Verse 4~
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When shit pop off, im jumpin out jus like "wassup hoe?"
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im jigglin dat shit, all the way down to the flo' ho,
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im up in the club, and im creepin like im ice,
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cuz my shit down to the flo, like im rollin on a dice,
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you know we jawin, yup, and we all in da white tee,
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i lean n i rock, niggas wanna do it like me,
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i run wit BM squad cuz thats my muthafuckin click fool,
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break that bitch back, jus like a real squad nigga do!
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{Hook}
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~Verse 5~
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Rock left den snap ya fingers, rock right den snap ya fingers,
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ayyy wats hannenin? lean wit me, rock wit me,
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gotta pill pop wit me, gon take a shot wit me,
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call me Teddy, i got grounds dont hate, nigga shop wit me,
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BHS, Trap Squad, B.R.C, we known bitch,
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Franchize aint got no money? shiiit hold on hold on bitch !,
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dis trap shit n rap shit, i done did dat shit,
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lean wit it, rock wit it, gon jig dat shit ayyy,
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~Verse 5~
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The Squad, Baker Road, and Franchize on some otha shit,
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left witcha bitch, wit an ounce, and a stiff dick,
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didnt have to say much, cuz she seem obliged,
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walked off the club, got on the phone, called her gurl for menage,
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wat im all up to, shit lets see how it turned out,
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gotta crack-headed broad, now we headed to my house,
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ay u wit that G shit right?
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cuz i done leaned, i done rocked all muhfuckin night!
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{Lean wit it, rock wit it!}x16
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Lean Wit It, Rock Wit It
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| Dem Franchize Boyz |
