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Chorus:]

Lean wit it, rock wit it [x8]

I bounce in the club so the ho's call me Rocky

Posted in the cut, and I'm lookin for a blockhead

Yup in my white tee, I break a bitch back

And I keep a big bank, oh I think dey like dat

Before I leave the house, I'm slizzard on a goose

And I'm higher then a plane, so a nigga really loose

And I can lean wit it, and I can rock wit it

And if you gotta friend, she gotta suck a cock wit it

Ay gon 'n rock wit it, gon 'n lean wit it

Rock so damn hard, you break your spleen wit it

Pull up ya jeans wit it, smoke some green wit it

N da spot ain't crunk? Bitch it's green isnt it?

If you don't wanna do it, then I'll 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

Charlay, plus the squad 'n dem franchize boyz

[Chorus]

Now I'm gon lean wit it (yeah), brush my shoulders off

'Cause I'm super clean wit it, SK don't play, I got a beam wit it, (beam wit it)

If I fuck you gotta let the whole team hit it, yup let the whole team hit it

Now rock wit it, shake your dreads wit it, bend your back

Snap your fingers, bob your head wit it, I said lean wit it

Take a sip of that Henn, and rock wit it

I'm off that X rollin hard wont chu pop wit me?

When shit pop off, I'm jumpin' out jus like "wassup hoe?"

I'm jigglin dat shit, all the way down to the flo' ho

I'm up in the club, and I'm creepin like I'm ice

'Cause my shit down to the flo, like I'm rollin' on a dice

You know we jawin', yup, and we all in da white tee

I lean 'n I rock, niggas wanna do it like me

I run wit BM squad 'cause that's my muthafuckin' click fool

Break that bitch back, jus like a real squad nigga do

[Chorus]

Rock left den snap ya fingers, rock right den snap ya fingers

Ay wats happenin'? Lean wit me, rock wit me

Gotta pill pop wit me, gon take a shot wit me

Call me Teddy, I got grounds don't hate, nigga shop wit me

BHS, Trap Squad, B.R.C, we known bitch

Franchize aint got no money? Shit hold on hold on bitch

Dis trap shit 'n rap shit, I done did dat shit

Lean wit it, rock wit it, gon jig dat shit ay

The Squad, Baker Road, and Franchize on some other shit

Left witcha bitch, wit an ounce, and a stiff dick

Didnt have to say much, 'cause she seem obliged

Walked off the club, got on the phone, called her girl for menage

Wat I'm all up to, shit let's see how it turned out

Gotta crack-headed broad, now we headed to my house

Ay u wit that G shit right?

'Cause I done leaned, I done rocked all muhfuckin' night!

[Chorus x2]

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