T.Y. – On My Feet

Yeah
Ya, lean, lean, on me
Yeah, yeah, codeine
Yeah, yeah, codeine
Yeah, yeah, codeine
One more stop ‘fore the world stop
We gon’ roll this loud it’s prohibited
Making money moves off the laptop
Codeine, codeine, codeine
No prescriptions here
It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s alright
We gon’ roll, we gon’ do what you like, yeah
We like to party on a weekday
And everything I do, I do it three ways
Case you didn’t know
Case you didn’t know
We like to party on a weekday
And everything I do, I do it three ways
Case you didn’t know
Niggas out of Hennessy, bitch, hit the store
Pour that lean, lean, lean, lean, lean
She gon’ turn to a freak, had me gone off a bean
Super gone off a bean, hit it raw off a bean
Knocked you right off your feet
I need all your energy
All eyes on the Jeep
Bring that shit to me, nobody but me
Case you didn’t know
Case you didn’t know
Case you didn’t know
We like to party on a weekday
And everything I do, I do it three ways
I could have all on a wave at the same time, yeah
She on them drugs and the drank at the same time yeah yeah
Run them numbers up then I copped the Porsche
Hoppin’ on yo bitch like my six-four
Its okay, its okay its alright, yeah
We gon’ roll, we gon’ do what you like, yeah
We like to party on a weekday
And everything I do, I do it three ways
Case you didn’t know, case you didn’t know
We like to party on a weekday
And everything I do, I do it three ways
Bottles on me, bottles on me
Diamonds on me, all these hoes on me
Real niggas only, riders only
Riding in my Jeep, got your bitch with me
My momma say what’s gotten into me
Way too many shots of the Hennessy
Way too many thoughts, I met you in my dreams
Oh yeah

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