Leche Freestyle
Yea, yea, yea
Right, right, right
Mmm-hmmm-hmmm-hmmm
One day, I'mma settle wit it, uh
Til then, I'mma mettle wit it, yea
You like a peaceful parking lot to hotbox
Can we talk for a minute? yea
You never know when the cold wind blows
Spark the engine and revisit, yea
You like a peaceful parking lot to hotbox
Can we talk for a minute? yea
I mean, can we talk? what's up girl?
Right, right
I got all this weed back at the spot
Come through
Spark on up!
Yea spark that weed up
Let's go
Turn up the bass and awake the broads
They amazed
They say the crawler like a spaceship that came from Mars
I pull an 8th out of the Mason Jar and set ablaze
And they as far as the bars, I basically raised the bar
Take a bite of the mellow mushroom and bust moves
Until you meet me at the top, it's not enough room
Can't maneuver in skinny jeans, I need n-- room
Catch me at the salty platoon, couple rough goons
You Weenie Hut Jr, Nick Jr, plethora of petunias
The music's like "Dodge" Clooney, that's to the moon, bruh
F--- it
I took the bucket Cutlass for a tune-up
Bum ya baby mom bum rushin to pursue us
Ya losers
One day, I'mma settle wit it, uh
Til then, I'mma mettle wit it, yea
You like a peaceful parking lot to hotbox
Can we talk for a minute? yea
You never know when the cold wind blows
Spark the engine and revisit, yea
You like a peaceful parking lot to hotbox
Can we talk for a minute? yea
Spark on up!
Yea, yea
Uh
Ma-LEE
Sah-VEE-Chay
Got more b------ on demon time than Brother Numpsa
Her collarbone be tasting like Dolce
Wit a spritz of leche, where the freaks stay?
Trynna dip thru, then In-N-Out just like the eat place
But
More like Cook Out wit the #3 tray
Side of fries and nuggets
She like the extra cheddar sauce dressing and my face rugged
Juicy Haze IPA chuggin
The kinda of scenes I've seen, some people can't stomach
Accident murderers lead to on-purpose muskets
But somehow my people got to rise above it
One day, I'mma settle wit it, uh
Til then, I'mma mettle wit it, yea
You like a peaceful parking lot to hotbox
Can we talk for a minute? yea
You never know when the cold wind blows
Spark the engine and revisit, yea
You like a peaceful parking lot to hotbox
Can we talk for a minute? yea
Mmm, yea, yea
Mmm, right, right, right
Yea, yea
You betta throw on down!
Movin on, stayin strong, for the long
Yea, yea
You betta throw on down!
Right, right, right
Mmm-hmmm-hmmm-hmmm
One day, I'mma settle wit it, uh
Til then, I'mma mettle wit it, yea
You like a peaceful parking lot to hotbox
Can we talk for a minute? yea
You never know when the cold wind blows
Spark the engine and revisit, yea
You like a peaceful parking lot to hotbox
Can we talk for a minute? yea
I mean, can we talk? what's up girl?
Right, right
I got all this weed back at the spot
Come through
Spark on up!
Yea spark that weed up
Let's go
Turn up the bass and awake the broads
They amazed
They say the crawler like a spaceship that came from Mars
I pull an 8th out of the Mason Jar and set ablaze
And they as far as the bars, I basically raised the bar
Take a bite of the mellow mushroom and bust moves
Until you meet me at the top, it's not enough room
Can't maneuver in skinny jeans, I need n-- room
Catch me at the salty platoon, couple rough goons
You Weenie Hut Jr, Nick Jr, plethora of petunias
The music's like "Dodge" Clooney, that's to the moon, bruh
F--- it
I took the bucket Cutlass for a tune-up
Bum ya baby mom bum rushin to pursue us
Ya losers
One day, I'mma settle wit it, uh
Til then, I'mma mettle wit it, yea
You like a peaceful parking lot to hotbox
Can we talk for a minute? yea
You never know when the cold wind blows
Spark the engine and revisit, yea
You like a peaceful parking lot to hotbox
Can we talk for a minute? yea
Spark on up!
Yea, yea
Uh
Ma-LEE
Sah-VEE-Chay
Got more b------ on demon time than Brother Numpsa
Her collarbone be tasting like Dolce
Wit a spritz of leche, where the freaks stay?
Trynna dip thru, then In-N-Out just like the eat place
But
More like Cook Out wit the #3 tray
Side of fries and nuggets
She like the extra cheddar sauce dressing and my face rugged
Juicy Haze IPA chuggin
The kinda of scenes I've seen, some people can't stomach
Accident murderers lead to on-purpose muskets
But somehow my people got to rise above it
One day, I'mma settle wit it, uh
Til then, I'mma mettle wit it, yea
You like a peaceful parking lot to hotbox
Can we talk for a minute? yea
You never know when the cold wind blows
Spark the engine and revisit, yea
You like a peaceful parking lot to hotbox
Can we talk for a minute? yea
Mmm, yea, yea
Mmm, right, right, right
Yea, yea
You betta throw on down!
Movin on, stayin strong, for the long
Yea, yea
You betta throw on down!
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Writer(s): Jamaal Fisher
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