Leanin' - Juicy J, Chris Brown, Quavo

I put that syrup in my double cup

Chop and screwed, body on the way

Leanin', leanin'

Leanin', leanin'

And baby, when you look into my eyes

You know why they open wide

Leanin', leanin'

Leanin', leanin'

All of these feelings, you catchin' feelings

And seein' all the signs

Leanin', leanin'

Leanin', leanin'

You pop this pill then tell me what you feelin'

And take it for this ride

Leanin', leanin'

Leanin', leanin'

Got that soda bowl, then we glow, white girls put coke up their nose

Shakin' ass for Juicy J, I’m throwin' money 'til they close

Seen 'em all, seen me ball, pour it all, drank it all

Got that blower in the car, just in case it go that far

Roll up, pour up, what’s the hold up?

Hold up

I be slowed up, dozed off, off that slow stuff, woke up

I give no fucks, slow bucks, better than no bucks, so what?

That bitch chose up, feed her, need no coca, so up

I be rackin' up the M’s, fuckin' hoes on film

Blowin' strong like the weed in the gym

Still sippin' that sizzurp

I been ballin' like arenas

And then two freaky foreign bitches

She ain’t bad, told her don’t bring her with them

I let her spend the night if my girl with it

We can have a threesome with them

I put that syrup in my double cup

Chop and screwed, body on the way

Leanin', leanin'

Leanin', leanin'

And baby, when you look into my eyes

You know why they open wide

Leanin', leanin'

Leanin', leanin'

All of these feelings, you catchin' feelings

And seein' all the signs

Leanin', leanin'

Leanin', leanin'

You pop this pill then tell me what you feelin'

And take it for this ride

Leanin', leanin'

Leanin', leanin'

(Quavo)

Drank, drank, drank on me (drank on me)

Yeah, they call me young Quavo (Quavo)

Dropped the top, told your bitch, «Get in»

She gon' do what I say so (skrrt, skrrt)

She gon' do what I say so (skrrt, skrrt)

I told her count up the pesos (count it up)

Yeah, came from puttin' bricks in the cars like Maaco (bricks)

I don’t get tired when I’m whippin' pies

Hit 'em with that circumcised choppers in my archive

Came from servin' the fiends on 'em

Now I’m in the coupe with the wings on it

Now I’m just lookin' for somebody to lean

Lean, lean, lean, lean on me

I advise you to pay up (cash)

Cut 'em off on the way up (cut 'em off)

I’m on the boards like a layup

On your hoe face more than makeup (bluh)

Bet I beat you to the paper (I bet it)

Cup filled with the Lakers (I bet it)

Blunt filled with the Lakers (yeah)

Bow, bow, I demolish a hater

I put that syrup in my double cup

Chop and screwed, body on the way

Leanin', leanin'

Leanin', leanin'

And baby, when you look into my eyes

You know why they open wide

Leanin', leanin'

Leanin', leanin'

All of these feelings, you catchin' feelings

And seein' all the signs

Leanin', leanin'

Leanin', leanin'

You pop this pill then tell me what you feelin'

And take it for this ride

Leanin', leanin'

Leanin', leanin'

Sizzurp