Letra de Lean on Me

[Intro: Jose Guapo]
Uh, syrup sipping
Promethazine drinking ass nigga
Codeine sipping ass nigga
Let's get it!

[Chorus: Bill Withers (Sampled) & Lotto Savage]
Lean, lean, lean on me
Lean on me
Lean, lean, lean on me
Lean on me (pour that dirty)
Lean, lean, lean on me (pour that dirty, pour that dirty)
Lean on me (pour that dirty, pour that dirty)
Lean, lean, lean on me (pour that dirty, pour that dirty)
Lean on me, lean on me (pour that dirty, yeah)

[Verse 1: Jose Guapo]
Lean, lean, lean on me
Weed, weed, keep weed on me
I stay with shooters like Nazis
Popped me a Perc and the rocks
All of my bitches get naughty
All of my bitches are thotties
I just dropped a four in a 20 ounce
Like [?] I got big amounts
Not fucking her friend, we kick her out
She with it, then Guapo gon' dick her down
Gun show, nigga, hundred rounds
Everybody getting fucking down
That lean got me so drowsy
Pull up, pull up on them in the Audi

[Chorus: Bill Withers (Sampled) & Lotto Savage]
Lean, lean, lean on me (pour that dirty, pour that dirty)
Lean on me (pour that dirty, pour that dirty)
Lean, lean, lean on me (pour that dirty, pour that dirty)
Lean on me (pour that dirty, yeah)

[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Bill Withers (Sampled)]
I got lean, lean, lean, lean
Lean on me
Specifically smoking the cookie
I'm barely smoking OG
Six in a two liter on the two seats
Dirty Fanta, I can't drink out the [?]
Spike the Fanta, spiked Loubs, Spike Lee
Don't give a fuck, drink my lean with a groupie
Nigga trying to be, there'll never be two of me
I'm with the drama, I keep a little Uzi
Sensei, I'm the one who taught Bruce Lee
Leaning hard, your bitch sucked me to sleep
Fuck work, nigga, I lean on the street
Come home, smelling like me on the sheets
I roll up the Backwoods, she roll up the sheets
We get on the lean and we fuck like some freaks

[Chorus: Bill Withers (Sampled) & Lotto Savage]
Lean, lean, lean on me (pour that dirty, pour that dirty)
Lean on me (pour that dirty, pour that dirty)
Lean, lean, lean on me (pour that dirty, pour that dirty)
Lean on me (pour that dirty, yeah)
Lean, lean, lean on me (pour that dirty, pour that dirty)
Lean on me (pour that dirty, pour that dirty)
Lean, lean, lean on me (pour that dirty, pour that dirty)
Lean on me, lean on me (pour that dirty, yeah)

[Verse 3: Lotto Savage]
No, no script, got lean on me
Yeah, Hitech red, no green on me
I don't drink no Watson, got clean on me
Percocets, Loratabs, Xans, and beans on me
Double cup white, I found that [?]
Drop a Xan and a piece of adderall to make it muddy
If I had to choose you over my drink, there's no discussion
I'd take a pint of lean straight to the head, no concussion

[Chorus: Bill Withers (Sampled)]
Lean, lean, lean on me (pour that dirty, pour that dirty)
Lean on me (pour that dirty, pour that dirty)
Lean, lean, lean on me (pour that dirty, pour that dirty)
Lean on me (pour that dirty, yeah)

[Outro: Lotto Savage & Bill Withers (Sampled)]
Pour that dirty, pour that dirty
Pour that dirty, yeah
Pour that dirty, pour that dirty
Pour that dirty, yeah (lean on me)