LEAN ON MY BODY歌词
作曲 : David Biral/Denzel Baptiste/Jasper Harris/Michael Mule/Isaac De Boni/Montero Lamar Hill
How you in front of the mother****in' crowd with a sad face?
Fix your mother****in' face
Let's go
Yeah, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I love you, so I say this shit with love
But please tell your fans they need to shut the **** 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 coming crazy
My big sis just had another baby, popped 'em out the l***a
My other nephew sittin' in the class with a broken knuckle
He had to beat a **** ass for talkin' 'bout his uncle
Now listen, I ain't sayin' I condone that shit
**** it, yeah, I said it, I condone that shit
Choke that **** out, go corona on that b***h (Choke that **** out)
Walk that **** like a dog, nephew, own that b***h
Yesterday, just a day, everyday
I'm on this planet turnin' lemons into lemonade
And lemonades to millions, and better days
How the **** I get this ****in' rich from makin' melodies?
How the **** I keep all to myself and still got enemies?
How the **** I get so many wins on my itinerary?
It's January, but I already feel the summer
Because it's mine, ****, R.I.P. to Lil' Hummer
Nasarati, we up
Lean 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' (Man, wake this shit up)
Yeah, if I was God, I wouldn't save y'all ****
Like a suicidal b***h, I would blade y'all ****
Y'all my sons, but I wish I never made y'all ****
Y'all my sons, but I might just Marvin Gaye y'all ****
B***h, I'm back like I left somethin'
Hol' up, everybody, Nasarati's got his next one
My next move always gon' be better than your best one
You b*****s couldn't even see Lil Nas-y in a warmup
A tryout, a test run
Anyways, 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, b*****s better pray
Lean 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 me, Lord, they schemin' on me
The war is over
How you in front of the mother****in' crowd with a sad face?
Fix your mother****in' face
Let's go
Yeah, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I love you, so I say this shit with love
But please tell your fans they need to shut the **** 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 coming crazy
My big sis just had another baby, popped 'em out the l***a
My other nephew sittin' in the class with a broken knuckle
He had to beat a **** ass for talkin' 'bout his uncle
Now listen, I ain't sayin' I condone that shit
**** it, yeah, I said it, I condone that shit
Choke that **** out, go corona on that b***h (Choke that **** out)
Walk that **** like a dog, nephew, own that b***h
Yesterday, just a day, everyday
I'm on this planet turnin' lemons into lemonade
And lemonades to millions, and better days
How the **** I get this ****in' rich from makin' melodies?
How the **** I keep all to myself and still got enemies?
How the **** I get so many wins on my itinerary?
It's January, but I already feel the summer
Because it's mine, ****, R.I.P. to Lil' Hummer
Nasarati, we up
Lean 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' (Man, wake this shit up)
Yeah, if I was God, I wouldn't save y'all ****
Like a suicidal b***h, I would blade y'all ****
Y'all my sons, but I wish I never made y'all ****
Y'all my sons, but I might just Marvin Gaye y'all ****
B***h, I'm back like I left somethin'
Hol' up, everybody, Nasarati's got his next one
My next move always gon' be better than your best one
You b*****s couldn't even see Lil Nas-y in a warmup
A tryout, a test run
Anyways, 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, b*****s better pray
Lean 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 me, Lord, they schemin' on me
The war is over
