Gangsta Lean Lyrics

Gangsta Lean lyrics

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[Hook - repeat 2X]

WOOAH (WOOAH)

Wooah that girl

Shhh (Shht shht)

I wanna Woouuf you girl



[Chorus]

Oooh that girl, she's on the scene

She be my gangsta

She be my Lean

Oooh that girl, she's in the crowd

I see her looking, she wanna get down



[Verse 1]

Let's jump off, where there's no sleep for days

Regular Joe's on the creep again

If you 'bout it then prove that girl

Show me you know how to that girl

Like who's that girl taking over me, I'm the all as if that don't make her
notice me

I don't Curr- 'bout her man, I don't Curr- if she faithfull

I only came out to see what I can Fanai-go

She got boots, Highlights she very use to

Lipgloss, Fragrance smelling like Cherry Nu-Gla

Everything that she rock she look fine in it

When she relaxing, baby is air clining it

I got it bad for diva, I holla back

But if she holla back, is proud as her Rep

Now, can we get it, poppin', Boo

Cuz you watching me, but I'm watching you



[Chorus]

Oooh that girl, she's on the scene

She be my gangsta

She be my Lean

Oooh that girl, she's in the crowd

I see her looking, she wanna get down



[Verse 2]

Now things look a little more lively

I'm starting to think she really likes me

Her body is starting to hipnotize me

I'm 'bout to forget I got a wifey

Look how she clings to me, I'm picturing her doing bad things to me

Like up all ya is going down

Oh, Oh yo she's going down

But for real, for real, on the really real

You ain't got to go yet, don't be silly could chill

Hope later on if she feeling me still, I'm like "What's really good,
What's really the deal"

If you looking for that perfect man to hold you down ma

Then *sip* this nigga, slow it down ma

But holla if you need a ride back boo

Or just for the record, know that I'm that Nucca



[Chorus]



[Hook]



[Verse 3]

Are you the type to give it up when you sleep with the rest

Or the type that like this and say it's deeper than sex

I know, You got a 2-way I need that contact

Let's hit the dace floor I need that contact

Ma, I got big plans for us

She's a freak, she's skandalous

Cuz the blue jeans I see Vicky Inprints

We can puff off like Nikki Infrants

Cuz I like how you do that, damn

Pretty lady gone do that dance

I got my fresh Nike's, Full pockets, and a crisp white Tee

Understand I'm feeling good 'bout me

By now, who's that, my side, all night

And no I'm not drunk, but I'm high off life

I tried to talk, but she ate me, dude

Cuz she big on me, like I'm big on... (Big on...)



[Chorus] - repeat to fade