Mr. Lee - Too Much Lean 2014 lyrics

[Hook] I got too much lean in my cup, damn, damn (screwed up) I got too much lean in my cup, damn, damn (screwed up) [Verse 1] BeatKing Kong bad b**hes call me sire Got this purple in my syrup, all my b**hes look like Tyra Flexin' pull at V Life with a car full of strippers Got this pistol on my dick while I'm sittin' on them b**hes 5 bands in 10 minutes, Club God you a fool When the hoe know you balling, when you walking they gon' chose Mix that molly with that lean, she gon' f** my whole crew I don't f** hoes to Drake, I f** hoes jammin' Screw [Hook] I got too much lean in my cup, damn, damn (screwed up) I got too much lean in my cup, damn, damn (screwed up) [Verse 2] Too much lean in my cup, got a n***a movin' slow Swangin' down the block, chunking deuce to n***as I don't know I got b**hes up in Cypress, they on lean and they like it Got that paper, then I pipe her She my side and you wive her n***a swangin' on them fo's with a trunk full of Jackie Chan Watching for them jackers, behind that seat that Afghanistan Lookin' for the laws, I got [?], Imma go R.I.P. Paul Walker got a n***a swanging slow Swerve up your in lot watch a young n***a flex b**h get up off my session if you ain't talking I don't s** Got your gal on my dick, n***as salty looking stressed VIP, 20 deep with that heat if they got plex [Hook] I got too much lean in my cup, damn, damn (screwed up) I got too much lean in my cup, damn, damn (screwed up) [Verse 3] Too much lean in my cup, screens fall watching Scandal Northside, Studewood n***as trappin' out the bando [?] in my door [?], 6 12's in the back Give a yella a headache if she sit in my slab Turnin' heads on the Ave with that paper on my mind n***as mad that I'm turnt up, they don't wanna see my shine I ain't trippin off these haters on my lap it's that 9 D-Carter in the pa**age, he gon' lay a n***a down [Hook] I got too much lean in my cup, damn, damn (screwed up) I got too much lean in my cup, damn, damn (screwed up)