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"Mëan feen" is a track by Yeat, from the album AftërLyfe, released 24th February 2023. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Chorus] Phew Drop, yeah, drop (Uh) I'm in the Urus, drop-top Told you, "Lean with me," yeah, told you, "Rock," yeah I got lean with me, baby, by the drop Yeah, I got millions, cash in what you got Yeah, I got beans, baby, companies on my nut (My nut) Yeah, look around you, you in Slamm town "Where you at?" Ridin' 'round Slamm town (Phew, phew) In the Bentley, make the frogs drown Sippin' lean, but I'm crossed now No, I can't feel a thing, I'm on that Oxy' now I freestyled this whole thing, it's no more punchin' out (Yeah) You broke as hell, got no self-esteem Servin' fiends, I stretch the work, it's not no Levi jeans What you askin'? What's sittin' on my feet? This not them Givenchys Applе bottom, no, this not no Chili's, with that chili cheese Matter of fact, you pray for the cеilin' when you're broke and teasin' If they catch me, I'ma break it up and break my fuckin' Visa Cold world, yeah, it get chilly, I rock me Moncleezy Walk around with Glock in my bag, I call that bitch my glizzy Sippin' lean, I'm drinkin' track', the purple beat the fizzy All my money brought inside this bank, I made a fat deposit (Uh, uh, uh) Walk inside this building, left it linging, made a fat ho gluzz it (Uh, uh, uh) So much fuckin' clothes and guns and jewelry sittin' inside my closet (Uh, uh, uh) I don't give a fuck what you say, you a broke-ass bitch, bitch, shut your mouth, just stop it (Uh, uh, uh) [Chorus] Phew Drop, yeah, drop (Uh) I'm in the Urus, drop-top Told you, "Lean with me," yeah, told you, "Rock," yeah I got lean with me, baby, by the drop Yeah, I got millions, cash in what you got Yeah, I got beans, baby, companies on my nut (My nut) Yeah, look around you, you in Slamm town "Where you at?" Ridin' 'round Slamm town (Phew, phew) In the Bentley, make the frogs drown Sippin' lean, but I'm crossed now No, I can't feel a thing, I'm on that Oxy' now I freestyled this whole thing, it's no more punchin' out (Yeah) You broke as hell, got no self-esteem Servin' fiends, I stretch the work, it's not no Levi jeans What you askin'? What's sittin' on my feet? This not them Givenchys Apple bottom, no, this not no Chili's, with that chili cheese Matter of fact, you pray for the ceilin' when you're broke and teasin' If they catch me, I'ma break it up and break my fuckin' Visa Cold world, yeah, it get chilly, I rock me Moncleezy Walk around with Glock in my bag, I call that bitch my glizzy Sippin' lean, I'm drinkin' track', the purple beat the fizzy All my money brought inside this bank, I made a fat deposit (Uh, uh, uh) Walk inside this building, left it linging, made a fat ho gluzz it (Uh, uh, uh) So much fuckin' clothes and guns and jewelry sittin' inside my closet (Uh, uh, uh) I don't give a fuck what you say, you a broke-ass bitch, bitch, shut your mouth, just stop it (Uh, uh, uh)
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