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
I bounce in the club so the hoes call me Rocky
Posted in the cut, and I'm looking for a blockhead
Yup in my white tee, I break a bitch back
And I keep a big bank, oh I think they like that
Before I leave the house I'm slizzard on the goose
And I'm higher than a plane, so a nigga really loose
And I can lean wit it, and I can rock wit it
And if you got a friend, she gotta suck a cock wit it
Ay gon and rock wit it, gon and lean wit it
Rock so damn hard, you break your spleen wit it
Pull up ya jeans wit it, smoke some green wit it
And the spot ain't crunk, bitch, if we ain't in it
If you don't wanna do it, then I'll make you dance
Perfect example, watch me make your face beat up my hands
When you see me hit the spot, betta watch that boy
Charlay, from the road wit Dem Franchize Boyz
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
I'm too clean to wanna pop lock
From left to right a nigga lean
Vibing to the beat, check my feet
You ain't got these
I rock then bend my knees everytime the beat drop
Lean wit it, rock wit me
Freeze before your fingers pop
Purple lean, purple green, grams in my sock
What the fuck you mean
You ain't seen buddy on the block
They call me Doctor Doc
I prescribe what a nigga need
Make 'em lean and rock
Old school people pat cha feet
Shit I'm pimpin in the club
'Til the hoes start to act up
Cuz they see my chain
And a nigga throwing them stacks up
I keep a full clip and my pistol in my pants
I'm in the middle of the floor
They screaming, "Nigga, do your dance"
You can roll yo arms and just put 'em in rotation
Go side to side
And snap yo fingers like The Temptations
Dog, I'm all out of state
Doin' a dance they never seen that
I ain't Fat Joe
But snap your fingers then you lean back
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
Rock left then snap your fingers
Rock right then snap your fingers
Ay what's happenin', lean wit me, rock wit me
Gotta pill pop wit me, go on take a shot wit me
Call me Teddy, I got grams
Don't hate, nigga shop wit me
DFB, So So Def, hell yeah, we on, bitch
Franchize ain't got no money?
Shit, hold on, hold on, bitch
Rock left, rock right, you can get that (Shit)
Lean back like Fat Joe and snap your wrist back
Gangsters don't dance (Naw)
They lean wit it, rock wit it
Glock wit me, pop quickly
Gangsters gon rock wit it
One, two, pop and bring it cross the chest wit it
Get nasty flashy, go on, flex wit it
Do it how you wanna
Slow it up, do the Matrix
Play wit it, straight hit it, get all in their face wit it
This dance for the killers, the dealers, the cut throats
You already know, the children, the grown folk
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
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
I bounce in the club so the hoes call me Rocky
Posted in the cut, and I'm looking for a blockhead
Yup in my white tee, I break a bitch back
And I keep a big bank, oh I think they like that
Before I leave the house I'm slizzard on the goose
And I'm higher than a plane, so a nigga really loose
And I can lean wit it, and I can rock wit it
And if you got a friend, she gotta suck a cock wit it
Ay gon and rock wit it, gon and lean wit it
Rock so damn hard, you break your spleen wit it
Pull up ya jeans wit it, smoke some green wit it
And the spot ain't crunk, bitch, if we ain't in it
If you don't wanna do it, then I'll make you dance
Perfect example, watch me make your face beat up my hands
When you see me hit the spot, betta watch that boy
Charlay, from the road wit Dem Franchize Boyz
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
I'm too clean to wanna pop lock
From left to right a nigga lean
Vibing to the beat, check my feet
You ain't got these
I rock then bend my knees everytime the beat drop
Lean wit it, rock wit me
Freeze before your fingers pop
Purple lean, purple green, grams in my sock
What the fuck you mean
You ain't seen buddy on the block
They call me Doctor Doc
I prescribe what a nigga need
Make 'em lean and rock
Old school people pat cha feet
Shit I'm pimpin in the club
'Til the hoes start to act up
Cuz they see my chain
And a nigga throwing them stacks up
I keep a full clip and my pistol in my pants
I'm in the middle of the floor
They screaming, "Nigga, do your dance"
You can roll yo arms and just put 'em in rotation
Go side to side
And snap yo fingers like The Temptations
Dog, I'm all out of state
Doin' a dance they never seen that
I ain't Fat Joe
But snap your fingers then you lean back
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
Rock left then snap your fingers
Rock right then snap your fingers
Ay what's happenin', lean wit me, rock wit me
Gotta pill pop wit me, go on take a shot wit me
Call me Teddy, I got grams
Don't hate, nigga shop wit me
DFB, So So Def, hell yeah, we on, bitch
Franchize ain't got no money?
Shit, hold on, hold on, bitch
Rock left, rock right, you can get that (Shit)
Lean back like Fat Joe and snap your wrist back
Gangsters don't dance (Naw)
They lean wit it, rock wit it
Glock wit me, pop quickly
Gangsters gon rock wit it
One, two, pop and bring it cross the chest wit it
Get nasty flashy, go on, flex wit it
Do it how you wanna
Slow it up, do the Matrix
Play wit it, straight hit it, get all in their face wit it
This dance for the killers, the dealers, the cut throats
You already know, the children, the grown folk
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
Credits
Writer(s): Charles Hammond, Robert Hill, Bernard Leverette, Deangelo Hunt, Jamall Willingham, Maurice Gleaton, Gerald Tiller
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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