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They wonder why I talk slow Cause I'm poured up, and that gas so strong It's time to roll up, she asked me why my pants low I told her HOL UP, B-bitch I'm slowed up 2 cups, in my Styrofoam leanin man Leanin leanin, can't you tell I'm leanin man (4) I'm leanin (2) can't you tell I'm leanin I done gained on these hoes like my name was Willie Beaman It's seeming like I understand the progam FDU, Fresher Den U, that's my fucking slogan Ballin' on these hoes, drink a little bit more Sipping on my drink shit, gone let shit pour [?] stupid don't matter what's in my cup, drink that shit and refill I'm leanin WHAT THE FUCK I'm leanin like a Kickstand I'm feeling like a shit man My eyes a lil low, but I hope that ain't yo bitch man Cause, that ho no everybody, she claim she fuck with everybody Word around town that bitch... she suck up everybody Not me so I'm cool Got hoes I won't lose Couple grands in my trues Can't throw what you don't lose For a couple buck shit I don't give no fuck Tryna get some pussy I'm leanin' so WASSUP? I'm slow grinded on these hoes, Slow wine a little more They drink some of my shit, they going straight to the hotel Motel Redroof Inn, 69 buck shit we can get it in Thraby on deck, We signed Tat it on her neck I love them bougie hoes, but the ghetto girls the best They pop that pussy anywhere don't care where they at If you got a fat ole ass girl, gone make it clap (clap clap) What's happning?
Writer(s): Tohri Murphy Lee Harper, Shamar D. Daugherty, Ali K. Jones, Cameron F. Gipp, Cornell Haynes, Alonzo E. Jr. Lee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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