Letra de LEAN ON MY BODY
How you at the front of the motherfuckin' crowd with a sad face? Fix your motherfuckin' face, let's go! Yeah, yeah, uh Uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh Yeah, yeah, yeahYou know I love you, so I say this shit with love But please tell your fans they need to shut the fuck up! I'm doin' real shit, some never-worry-'bout-a-bill shit Some build-a-house-on-the-hill shit The money's gravy, it's comin' crazy My big sis' just had another baby, popped 'em out the labia My other nephew sittin' in the class with a broken knuckle He had to beat a nigga ass for talkin' 'bout his uncleNow listen, I ain't sayin' I condone that shit Fuck it, yeah, I said it, I condone that shit Choke that nigga out (choke that nigga), go Corona on that bitch Walk that nigga like a dog, nephew, own that bitch!Yesterday, just a day, every day I'm on this planet turnin' lemons into lemonade And lemonade to millions and better days How the fuck I get this fuckin' rich from makin' melodies? How the fuck I keep all to myself and still got enemies? How the fuck I get so many wins on my itinerary? It's January, but I already feel the summer Because it's mine, nigga, R.I.P. to Lil' Hummer Nasarati, we upLean on my body, Lord (amen, amen, amen) Bring blessings on my soul (amen, amen, amen, amen) And when the war is over (thank you) See, it's time to tell the world the war is won (yeah)You know I'm sittin' on, sittin' on Balmains Money keep, keep, keep, keep, keep comin', comin' Sittin' on, sittin' on Balmains Money keep, keep, keep, keep (man, wake this shit up) Keep comin', comin'Yeah, if I was God, I wouldn't save y'all niggas Like a suicidal bitch, I would blade y'all niggas! Y'all my sons, but I wish I never made y'all niggas Y'all my sons, but I might just Marvin Gaye y'all niggas Bitch, I'm back like I left some Hol' up, everybody, Nasarati's got his next one! My next move always gon' be better than your best one You bitches couldn't even see Lil Nas-y in a warmup A tryout, a test runAnyways, I'm back like a vertebrae I can drop a sex tape and win a VMA I'm the devil in disguise, but I'm givin' face When I walk in the room, bitches better prayLean on my body, Lord (amen, amen, amen) Bring blessings on my soul (amen, amen, amen, amen) And when the war is over (thank you) See, it's time to tell the world the war is won (yeah)You know I'm sittin' on, sittin' on Balmains Money keep, keep, keep, keep, keep comin', comin' Sittin' on, sittin' on Balmains Money keep, keep, keep, keep, keep comin', comin'They don't want me to want it Praise the Lord, they breathin' on me Save me, Lord, they schemin' on me Save your love, it's leanin' on me (The war is over)