Voice of Myra - Lean

Yeh
It's the voice
Yeh
From a small city up north
Make you feel like you ain't got no hope
Go getter
Yea I'm cold hearted
Nah nigga I ain't wear no coats
Bitches b tacky
I Got em gaggin in they throats
Yeh
Always a win
And I ain't never have no coach
Yeh
He say I do the most
Got em dripping on my pussy
Like the butter on the toast
I do this shit legitly
You the tommy I'm the ghost
Killin these bitches
I got em folded in a tote
Yeh
Want all the smoke
He love it when I rock the boat
Had to drop his baby momma
Cause he couldn't fuck us both
Yeh
Really silly
But I ain't never been a joke
Yeh
Ask my city
Bish voice of Myra been the goat
Yeh
This shit was made fa me
Don't see no competition
Bitches lame to me
Yeh
I'm in ma bag
It ain't no game to me
I'm headed to the top
It ain't no tamin me
He gave the brain to me
I got the fame on me
I was workin day and night
Writin faithfully
Ain't no breakin me
He spend the cake on me
Wit the Mafia
Yea The Family Takin me
Yeh
I always knew my time was comin Man
Yeh
Just had to stay solid
Count my money up
We ridin dirty in the truck
Bitches tryna run wit me
But they runnin outta luck
I stand on 10 solid nigga Idgaf
And my pussy low mileage nigga
I never been a duck
Yeh
Get what I want
I break it up, you roll the blunt
A vibe in real life
Some of you niggas gotta front
Keep The Family first
Like it's the 2nd of the month
Go get the bread
Then eat the cookies like it's lunch
Yeh
I'm giving everything
It's supposed to be
My sex tapes all fire
Ain't no exposin me
Nah
And I put that on everything
Wanna feel it in my stomach
Touchin my belly ring
Yeh
Hella bad bitches on my team
Got South berv niggas with me
Leanin sippin lean
And they'll make you feel it
Through ya bean
The only nigga left the crime scene
Was Mr. Clean
Yeh

Written by:
Amirah Woods

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