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Going Dumbo

HEDI'S BUSSIN (PROD.ELIESG)(TOKER)

Lyrics

(Intro)
Leave me the fuck alone
We contagious smoking dough
Uh, we lost in life, don’t even know
Yeah, turn off your lights, kick your front door

(Verse 1)
You ain’t jumped up off the porch, and you just capping
I bring that fucking static
Rasheed make niggas panic
My hunnids too gigantic
I’m on the phone with Russians tryna come up with a play
Ain’t worried bout these bitches but I’m thuggin, it’s okay

(Verse 2)
Hold up, bra pour up the lean 
If not I get too mean
Guess you could say I’m a fiend
I don’t care, just popped a bean
10s, 10s, I’m off the wall
I feel like Kobe I’m just tryna ball
I’m skipping class, I’m out in the halls
Stacking this paper, I could never fall

(Hook/Chorus)
Lean lean lean lean, 
I just poured a line
These niggas behind
Ducking from 12, they on my dick
Prolly mad, cause they can’t see my tint
Prolly mad, cause I’m making it flip
Prolly mad, that I’m bending they rip

(Verse 3)
Hedi Slimane, I’m too fly
Don’t wan tell her bye
I swear I’m too fried,
Can’t run out of time
I’m outside with my guys smoking reefer by the minute
Ian never ever listen
I guess I’m too independent
Come right here I take yo pendant
I’m off Xanny’s and I’m spinning
She come over, know I’m hitting
We ain’t Messi we ain’t kicking
We ain’t kicking, fa shit
Hold up, I just crashed my whip
Hold up, I just hit a clip

(Hook/Chorus)
Lean lean lean lean,
I just poured a line,
These niggas behind,
Ducking from 12, they on my dick
Prolly mad, cause they can’t see my tint
Prolly mad, cause I’m making it flip
Prolly mad, that I’m bending they rip

Lean Lean Prod Faint.wav

TANA - MY WAY (033124)

Lyrics (I don’t write)
Bitch don’t turn me down, aye
You can’t hear the shit, but I’m steady smoking loud
I got bitches coming round, they don’t even know my name
I’m just focused on my paper, I don’t give fuck bout no fame
If they let BabySheed in, ima come and fuck the game up
These niggas is strangers,
I don’t even know ya,
Please don’t come approach me,
I’m toting on a red beam,
This shit is so exhausting,
These niggas make me nauseous

And you broke as fuck,
Get from out my face cause I don’t fuck with you,
I kept it trill,
You can’t name a bit who could say that ian keep it real,
Yeah she got a fat ass and I’m tryna get a lil feel
Relaxing off the syrup I just had to crack another seal

Bitch, I’m like what’s the deal?
Think I need some therapy,
I just need some healing,
I been through so much pain,
I don’t got no feelings,
Let a nigga try and play,
It’s gon be a killing,

Therapy Prod Emlytt

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Sick To My Tummy (prod. skys & wifi)

Lean Lean Prod Faint.wav

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