Lyrics
Told baby bring the
I just told baby bring the lean
We could pour whatever you want
I just told baby bring the lean
Bitch, we gon' get farther than close
My dog shoot the bag to Tennessee
We used to shoot the bag to West V
I caught the groovy bitch on the screen
I stick it in, she say, "Mmm, " Master P
I ask her would she lay down for me?
I ask her would she do the time for me?
If he a hundred times a hundred
That's a friend of me
Two-forty, I just hit the bag to Tennessee
Most important, pay the rent
Bring thе half to me
Twenty cent for a wrist
Thеy bust it back for free
My Uncle Fetty keep the bricks
With the match on me
Niggas on me put the tax on
Twenty-six for a 'bow, I ain't frontin' these
Fifteen for a show or I won't agree
Me, Drego, and 4 poured a pint a piece
Lay low and make pros, that's the life of
Me and Los keep a roll, what's the price a G?
People hoes, that's a night
We could pour whatever you want
I just told baby bring the lean
Bitch, we gon' get farther than close
My dog shoot the bag to Tennessee
We used to shoot the bag to West V
I caught the groovy bitch on the screen
I stick it in, she say, "Mmm, " Master P
I ask her would she lay down for me?
I ask her would she do the time for me?
I told her
"I couldn't wait to catch you on the scene"
Your old nigga used to cap, Willie Beam'
I think you the smoothest jawn that I seen
Forgot to catch your name
I'm rude off this lean
Man, I swear I fell in love with potion
I take the panties off a pint
I grab a jug to pour it
When it's pressure, like a 'Wood
I tell my baby smoke it
I don't trust niggas with my drank
I let lil' baby pour it
Ace of Spade in my section
I ain't drinkin' Moët
You had the bag and you lost it
You ain't stayin' focused
My baby 40 dropped the ice
He say he stayin' frozen
Real Ward, drop a nigga
Bring his family roses
The Waffle House
We got more syrup than Aunt Jemima
Give my young dog two bands
He'll paint your mama
Hundred K's in the crib and it ain't Osama
I can't take you out of town
If you ain't tryna drive 'em i'm a fiend
I put drank in the water fountain
Fell in love with that cheese
When I started countin'
She spilled my cup, I put her out
So now this bitch poutin'
Fucked the cheese up three times
'fore it start pilin'
My mama say it's snakes around
But they just on my collar
I walk with problems, touch a hair on me
They sparkin' houses
I need my rocket, I wake up
I can't leave without it we serve narcotics
Sell the pints to the highest buyer
We could pour whatever you want
I just told baby bring the lean
Bitch, we gon' get farther than close
My dog shoot the bag to Tennessee
We used to shoot the bag to West V
I caught the groovy bitch on the screen
I stick it in, she say, "Mmm, " Master P
I ask her would she lay down for me?
I ask her would she do the time for me?
Yeah, I asked her where she from
She said Tennessee
A lil' smooth lil' jawn, I just let her be
Met back with it, but now we in the V
I was gone off a six, I told her stuff for me
She said, "40, I'll stuff
But it ain't cheap"
I told her touch down with it
I'll pay the fee
Lil' baby hit my line, got an eight for me
Ridin' 'round with Dracs 'cause
They playin' for keeps
Just did six turn-arounds in the past week
I know the bitch ain't shit
'cause her bag cheap
Really in that water goin' waist deep
RIP 5, my nigga rest in peace
We could pour whatever you want
I just told baby bring the lean
Bitch, we gon' get farther than close
My dog shoot the bag to Tennessee
We used to shoot the bag to West V
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SAMUEL TANNER
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