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SammyBoy! Go, go, go Baby, I'm leaning Baby, I'm leaning Baby, I'm leaning (Go, go) Baby, I'm leaning (Go, go) Baby, I'm leaning (Go, go, uh) Nigga, I lean on you (Oh) Nigga, I lean on you (Oh my God, go) She wanna lean right on me That Wockhardt shit so damn sweet She say I'm cool, nigga, and I'm sweet I'm just a cool nigga from the streets I'm bored, nigga, who got the wheels? Killed a nigga, now he think he real She tellin' me her problems, I ain't Dr. Phil Glock 26, look like Stuart Little Can't even shoot, yo gun too little We all can't fit, yo car too little Send a fyed nigga to the hospital Smokin' gelato and Skittles Beat a nigga out his pull-outs, where yo grills at? I'm in the hood, nigga, where the Thrills at? I catch me a opp, nigga, I'ma grill that Letras de cancionesSmokin' on medication, I can feel that My head fucked up, where the feel at? So we can bring out them damn Macs You look like 6ix9ine, a damn rat She sent me nudes, three pictures attached Damn, damn, damn You would've thought that I scammed Beamer car, nigga, this ain't no Ram I'm fuckin' a hood bitch, she got a soft voice Dropped outta school, bitch, it was my choice Hi-Tech and Wock, that's my choice I'm in a Beamer car, not a Rolls Royce Nigga tried me, must wanna go Yo bitch love that [?] (Go, go, go, go) Keep that 30 round, and it's on me, hoe Like a stripper bitch, man, I keep the pole Stick on me, keep a North Pole Lean on me, in a Faygo I'm 17 with say-so I'm 17 wit' a lot of pesos I'm in the hood, pouring up a fo' I'm in the hood, throwing a big ass four I'm sippin' on drank, nigga, 'til I throw up Fuck wit' me, bitch, you gon' glo up I'm being for real, I ain't talkin' bout Sosa Bitch, stop calling my name Fuck that shit, man, roll up a strain Fuck that shit, man, roll up my pain I'm a hood nigga, still smoke a gang I'm a young nigga, still in the game And I know niggas gon' hate My plug, he British and he say "mate" ATL, nigga, I'ma skate if I see the Jakes, niggas be so fake, niggas be so lame though Push up on yo gang though Choppa hittin' all y'all I don't wear knock offs That bitch ugly, now I'm soft Trap it out, trap it out in the loft Real nigga, and you not at all Go, go, go Baby, I'm leaning Baby, I'm leaning (Go, go) Baby, I'm leaning (Go, go) Baby, I'm leaning (Go, go, uh) Baby, I'm leaning Nigga, I lean on you (Uh, go) Nigga, I lean on you (Uh, go) Oh my God, go From Letras Mania