Styles P — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Lean On Em
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Paroles
And now we rollin in that '85, that '85
Yeah my shorty tatted up around the waistline
When you sleeping in the motherf-ckin' day time
I’m gettin' lowered by all my bitches but they stay high
Cause all we do is lean, lean on em Got some bitches in the back with something mean on em Yeah we lean on em, yeah we lean on em And when I finish, I’mma sick the f-cking team on em Bad spanish bitches with some ass shots
Get it rollin' with the team like a mascot
Matte black '85 in them back lots
Speedin' down that mother f-ckin black top
Rollin' with my spinx thats its
Anybody wanna pop that shit?
And make it hit with a lil bit of fists
Until they drop and that is it You can find me with some pretty lil mommy’s
Gettin low up in the heights where they watchin' us Crown V’s
We livin', sinner not a religion
Never gonna ask with no permission, I act and ask for forgiveness
Yeah we get it, we livin' off the interest
All these bitches doin' lines like err day an audition
I’m taking trips and spend my winter with tan lines
Ya’ll never fly I argue bitches that stand by And we be gettin' things money cant buy
Young Spanish mother f-cker on the ride
Tell the Jamaican homies pass the dutches
I can’t stand you niggas like Uncle Ruckus
And these rappers be doing a bunch of nothin'
But I stick to fundamentals like my name was Tim Duncan
Like doing what pays me, always dressing crazy
Pullin' up with badass B’s like Jay-Z
What’s the dealio?
It’s young Suzy Holiday in the millio
Rollin' in them A5 Audi’s
What you know about it?
Leanin' on them fools like I ate a weed brownie
Wavy on these haters then, now they all drowning
Money counting, every outing
And its heartbreak til my heart break
You should par take
Playing us is like hopping in the shark tank
It’s the gang in your ear
Stay in your lane cause we’ll end your career
Lean on em, yeah they lean on em He got swag but he dont got no cream on em If he did, he would’ve put the beam on em Got the iron and he don’t want no steam on em Yeah I lean on em, big body V Look at my company assume I sold the a lot of thee
Them niggas spending it, like they won the lottery
Me, I’m a plant man, fill me up like pottery
For real though, I’m viscious on a MI
See I used to make ryhmes, grippin on the semi’s
Scramblin', these the ramblin’s of a Jedi
Late night, in the hallway with the red eyes
Lean on em, them nigga kick stand
Murder mommy’s magazines keep your distance
I’m in the gut, with the sound and the piff round rims
Something mean, got sixteen on six vents lean on em It’s Troy Ave I’m that nigga, dont mean to boast
A BK well-known dealer heavy in coke
White leather in chin-chilla the top off
Late like a swag fiend who pop dope
I’m fixin' to pop off, and you sold that
Fixin' the pot whippin salt where the dough at?
Show me the money, I’ll say it more clearer
Show me the money, and show me a mirror
Reflectin' on my past, pedal gettin' masked
High speed paper chase straight ahead to cash
Money off the bates, money chosen hate
Murder was the case when he came and bought the wakes
Traduction des paroles
Appuyer sur em, oui ils se penchent sur l'em, Il a obtenu swag mais il n'ai pas de crème sur em S'il le faisait, il aurait mis le faisceau sur em a Obtenu le fer et il ne veux pas de vapeur sur em Ouais je me penche sur em, grand corps V Regarder mon entreprise que j'ai vendu beaucoup de toi
Ces négros qui le dépensent, comme s'ils avaient gagné à la loterie
Moi, je suis un homme de plantes, remplissez-moi comme de la poterie
Pour de vrai, je suis viscious sur un MI
Tu vois, j'avais l'habitude de faire ryhmes, grippin sur le semi
Scramblin', ces ramblin d'un Jedi
Tard dans la nuit, dans le couloir avec les yeux rouges
Appuyer sur em, leur mec béquille
Assassiner les magazines de maman gardez vos distances
Je suis dans le ventre, avec le son et les jantes rondes piff
Quelque chose de méchant, a seize sur six évents lean sur em C'est Troy Ave je suis ce négro, ne pas vouloir se vanter
Un marchand BK bien connu lourd dans le coke
Cuir blanc au menton-chilla le haut
En retard comme un démon de butin qui pop dope
Je suis fixin' to pop off, et vous avez vendu ce
Réparer le pot whippin sel où la pâte à?
Montrez-moi l'argent, je le dirai plus clairement
Montre-moi l'argent et montre-moi un miroir
Reflectin 'sur mon passé, pédale gettin' masked
Papier à grande vitesse chase tout droit à l'argent
L'argent sur les bates, l'argent choisi la haine
Le meurtre était le cas quand il est venu et a acheté les wakes