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Mëan feen (feat. Kranky Kranky) letra


Phew
Drunk, yeah, drunk (uh)

I'm in the Urus, with the drop-top
Told you: Lean with it: Yeah
Told you: Rock: Yeah
I got lean with it, baby, by the drop
Yeah, I got millions, cash in what you got

Yeah, I got beans, baby
Companies on my nut (my nut)
Yeah, we come 'round, we shootin'
Slidin' the town
Where you at? Ridin' round slamm town
Phew, phew

In the Bentley, make the frogs drown
Sippin' lean, but I'm crossed now
No, I can't feel a thing
I'm on that Oxy' now
I freestyled this whole thing
It's no more punchin' out (yeah)

You broke as hell, got no self-esteem
Servin' fiends, I stretch the work
It's not no Levi jeans
What you askin'? What's sittin' on my feet?
This not them Givenchys

Apple bottom, no, this not no Chili's
Whip that chili cheese
Matter of fact, you pray for the ceilin'
When you're broke and teasin'
If they catch me, I'ma break it up
And break my fuckin' Visa

Cold world, yeah, it get chilly
I rock me a Moncleezy
Walk around, Glock in my bag
I call that bitch my glizzy
Sippin' lean or drinkin' track'
The purple be the fizzy

All my money brought inside this bank
I made the federal deposit (uh, uh, uh)
Walk inside this building, left it leanin'
Make a fergo closet (uh, uh, uh)
So much fuckin' clothes and guns and jewelry
Sittin' inside my closet (uh, uh, uh)

I don't give a fuck if you say you a broke-ass bitch
Bitch, shut your mouth, just stop it (uh, uh, uh)

Phew
Drunk, yeah, drunk (uh)

I'm in the Urus, with the drop-top
Told you: Lean with it: Yeah
Told you: Rock: Yeah
I got lean with it, baby, by the drop
Yeah, I got millions, cash in what you got

Yeah, I got beans, baby
Companies on my nut (my nut)
Yeah, we come 'round, we shootin'
Slidin' the town
Where you at? Ridin' round slamm town
Phew, phew

In the Bentley, make the frogs drown
Sippin' lean, but I'm crossed now
No, I can't feel a thing
I'm on that Oxy' now
I freestyled this whole thing
It's no more punchin' out (yeah)

You broke as hell, got no self-esteem
Servin' fiends, I stretch the work
It's not no Levi jeans
What you askin'? What's sittin' on my feet?
This not them Givenchys

Apple bottom, no, this not no Chili's
Whip that chili cheese
Matter of fact, you pray for the ceilin'
When you're broke and teasin'
If they catch me, I'ma break it up
And break my fuckin' Visa

Cold world, yeah, it get chilly
I rock me a Moncleezy
Walk around, Glock in my bag
I call that bitch my glizzy
Sippin' lean or drinkin' track'
The purple be the fizzy

All my money brought inside this bank
I made the federal deposit (uh, uh, uh)
Walk inside this building, left it leanin'
Make a fergo closet (uh, uh, uh)
So much fuckin' clothes and guns and jewelry
Sittin' inside my closet (uh, uh, uh)

I don't give a fuck if you say you a broke-ass bitch
Bitch, shut your mouth, just stop it (uh, uh, uh)

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