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Way I Be Leanin' Lyrics - Reality Check - Juvenile

Said, the ladies, they love me, they love the way I be leanin' 

They love the way I be leanin', they love the way I be leanin' 

All the ballers is bouncin', they love the way I be leanin' 

They love the way I be leanin', they love the way I be leanin' 

 

This is the year of the you, watch how I get on track 

A young black Peyton manning in the rap gettin' his snaps 

And also, he only rides in the year that he's in 

'Cause he don't feel the year's bigger than him, so, let the boy be 

 

He off the meter with tennis shoes and a white tee 

Bitches watchin' him thinkin', "What if he wife me?" 

And it's a certain kind of swagger you get 

Especially when you're used to bein' the shit, that's if you're older right 

 

All of my boss bitches know the type 

When a nigga hug all on ya and he be smellin' like a motorbike 

A nice fit and video on the TV'll 

Get her to come out of them B.B.'s, believe me 

 

I'm a thug and I'ma stay on pub 

And I don't hug 'cause I carry the strap in the club 

I see ya peepin' tryin' to figure out what's happenin' with us 

They love the way I be leanin', that's why they baggin' it up 

 

Said, the ladies, they love me, they love the way I be leanin' 

They love the way I be leanin', they love the way I be leanin' 

All the ballers is bouncin', they love the way I be leanin' 

They love the way I be leanin', they love the way I be leanin' 

 

Said, the ladies, they love me, they love the way I be leanin' 

They love the way I be leanin', they love the way I be leanin' 

All the ballers is bouncin', they love the way I be leanin' 

They love the way I be leanin', they love the way I be leanin' 

 

You know that purple drank I be leanin', my diamonds shinin' and gleamin' 

I'm in that dropper with Juve the groupies boppin' and fiendin' 

I'm from the home of the candy paint, 84's and purple drank 

Ladies know when I hit they corner my slabs'll make 'em faint 

 

Ice Age and U.T.P., ball-ballin' as you can see 

Crawl-crawlin' on 23's, with candy on my HumVee 

Honies love the way I talk, love the way I walk 

Love the way I lean, they say that I'm so clean 

 

I got a lot of money, I got a lot of ice 

I got a lot of cars, many colors and lots of types 

I got that paper 'cause I'm caked up like Betty Crocker 

Comin' down on choppers single file with all the trunk poppers 

 

Gettin' money's my only task, stack up paper and count cash 

I'm ridin' on that pull over silver, the same color as a bad rash 

Gettin' full of that puff, puff, pass, it's Paul Wall, man, what that do 

Swishahouse baby, that's my crew, comin' down jammin' on the Screw 

 

Said, the ladies, they love me, they love the way I be leanin' 

They love the way I be leanin', they love the way I be leanin' 

All the ballers is bouncin', they love the way I be leanin' 

They love the way I be leanin', they love the way I be leanin' 

 

Said, the ladies, they love me, they love the way I be leanin' 

They love the way I be leanin', they love the way I be leanin' 

All the ballers is bouncin', they love the way I be leanin' 

They love the way I be leanin', they love the way I be leanin' 

 

Drove over two dogs, sittin' on two fogs 

My rims be talkin' too, they love to seduce hogs 

They're dressed in cute clothes, manicured with cute toes 

I'm big paper; Wacko never stop for group hoes 

 

Oh no, I don't scoop those, fly bitches salute those 

Fatties with benefits, you know I recruit those 

This a Soulja Slim T-shirt, this ain't no suit hoe 

I got Pradas up under these, not no Timberland boots hoe 

 

I'm sick dog and there ain't no antidote 

Bust your motherfuckin' head like a cantaloupe 

Like Hannibal, woof, I'm an animal 

Just cold dickin' the money down, huh, ain't it though? 

 

I'ma do my damn thing 'til I can't no mo' 

Don't make me pull this damn trigger 'til it ain't no mo' 

And don't tell me where you ain't gon' go 

I'ma just tell you one time, get to fuck 'til I ain't no mo' 

 

Said, the ladies, they love me, they love the way I be leanin' 

They love the way I be leanin', they love the way I be leanin' 

All the ballers is bouncin', they love the way I be leanin' 

They love the way I be leanin', they love the way I be leanin' 

 

Said, the ladies, they love me, they love the way I be leanin' 

They love the way I be leanin', they love the way I be leanin' 

All the ballers is bouncin', they love the way I be leanin' 

They love the way I be leanin', they love the way I be leanin' 

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