เนื้อเพลง Lean Wit It, Rock Wit It - Dem Franchize Boyz
เนื้อเพลง Lean Wit It, Rock Wit It
Lean Wit It, Rock Wit It!
Lean wit it, rock wit it,
Lean wit it, rock wit it,
Lean wit it, rock wit it,
Lean wit it, rock wit it,
Lean wit it, rock wit it,
Lean wit it, rock wit it,
Lean wit it, rock wit it!
[Verse 1]
I bounce in the club so the ho's call me Rocky,
Posted in the cut, and im lookin for a blockhead,
Yup in my white tee! I break a b*tch back,
And I keep a big bank, oh I think dey like dat!
Before I leave the house, im slizzard on a goose,
And im higher then a plane, so a n*gga really loose,
And I can lean wit it, and I can rock wit it,
And if u gotta friend, she gotta s*ck a cock wit it!
[Verse 2]
Ay gon n rock wit it, gon n lean wit it,
Rock so damn hard, u break your spleen wit it,
Pull up ya jeans wit it, smoke some green wit it,
N da spot aint crunk? b*tch if we ain't in it?
If u dont wanna do it, then ill make ya dance,
Perfect example watch me make your face beat up my hands,
When you see me hit the spot, betta watch dat boy,
Chalay, from the road and dem franchize boyz!
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Ain't too clean to wanna pop lock from left to right and make a lean,
Bobbin to da beat, check my feet, he ain't got these!
I rock them, bend my knees everytime the beat drop lean wit it, rock wit it, freeze before yo fingers pop
Purple lean, purple, green, grams in my socks
What the f*ck you mean u ain't seen Buddie on tha block?!
They call me Doctor Doc, I prescribe what a n*gga need
Make 'em lean and rock, old school people pat ya feet
[Verse 4]
Young Pimpin in tha club, see dem hoes tryna act up
Cause the see my chain and a n*gga throwin dem stacks up
I keep a full clip and my pistol in my pants, I'm in da middle of da flo, they screamin "n*gga do yo dance"
Now you can roll yo arms, and just put 'em in rotation
From side to side and snap yo fingaz like dem Temptaions
Boy I'm all outta state doin the dance, they never seen that
I ain't Fat Joe, but snap ya fingaz then ya lean back
[Hook]
[Verse 5]
Rock left den snap ya fingers, rock right den snap ya fingers,
Ayyy wats hannenin? lean wit me, rock wit me,
Gotta pill pop wit me, gon take a shot wit me,
Call me Teddy, I got grams don't hate, n*gga shop wit me,
BHS, Trapsquad, DIS we known b*tch!
Franchize aint got no money? shiiit hold on hold on b*tch !,
Dis trap sh*t n rap sh*t, I done did dat sh*t,
Lean wit it, rock wit it, gon jig dat sh*t ayyy,
[Verse 6]
The Squad, Baker Road, and Franchize on some otha sh*t,
Left witcha b*tch, wit an ounce, and a stiff d*ck,
Didnt have to say much, cuz she seem obliged,
Walked off the club, got on the phone, called her gurl for menage,
Wat im all up to, sh*t lets see how it turned out,
Gotta crack-headed broad, now we headed to my house,
Ay u wit that G sh*t right?
Cuz I done leaned, I done rocked all muhf*ckin night!
Lean wit it, rock wit it! [x16]