THE LEB CLEB EXPERIENCE Lyrics

It's Leb in it

Leb-uh

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Everything I touch turn into gold, I got the Midas (bling)

Funny how the Ice that bite so cold, can shine the brightest (the brightest)

Press play on ya mixtape, shite could give a bitch tinnitus (tinnitus)

I can't give a fuck bout' what you doing in the slightest

Hit her with the hold up

Why you think you can pull up

Why your man built like Baymax, he can not do, like, one pullup

Why your man talk his talk so much, he ain't gon' never show us

When I stand up on my words, I can dunk in it like donuts

Never fucked with 12, but I spend money, on my coppin' shit

I never needed help making this music, I'm just droppin' shit

I don't care if you fuck with my old hoes, they've seen a lot of dick

I started this, ya'll thought it was a joke, but now I'm poppin' bitch

I just doobie, doobie, do my shit like Perry the Platypus

I got money, money, money, add it up like an abacus (yeah, add it up)

Smoking cancer for the hell of it, to my lungs, I'm a saboteur

I'm the master of my element, these hoes call me the avatar (ay, ay, ay)

I woke up on the right side of the bed this morning

I poke a hole, now, right inside your head, not joking

I'm not the type to repeat what he said, once spoken

I ought to find a freak freak in my bed, slow strokin'

I woke up on the right side of the bed this morning

I toke up on the right side of my bed, blow smoke and

See living is the experience that I've chosen

She giving me an experience, like Joe Rogan

Talk to me like you know I'm an artist

I'm the man yo man won't go as far as (lil bitch)

Born in Wayne, and I don't mean The Carter

I'll do anything to get to the quarters (money, money, money)

Had to clean myself up, no tomorrow

That's how I got up from the bottom (woo)

Bad lil B, pick her straight from the harvest

Put a smile on her, just like I carved it (that's my ting, ay)

Don't fuck with me, better off rolled over

Better not speak, if we get pulled over

Wetter than beach, on her meat, big soaker

Benjamin cheese, what I see, moreover

I'm in my bag, like I just left Kroger

Only speak dough, like a bitch named Homer

Smoking on tracks like a locomotor

You are not gas, you a mediocre Bloker

Face like a gopher

Fakin a smile, but you ain't even Joker

Takin' a while to make dough, you a hoper

Wishing on fairy tales bitch you an ogre

Wishing you very well keep your composure

I did not happen to get this exposure

I am the captain of this, I'm the chauffer

I am the captain of this, I'm composer (ay, ay, ay)

I woke up on the right side of the bed this morning

I poke a hole, now, right inside your head, not joking

I'm not the type to repeat what he said, once spoken

I ought to find a freak freak in my bed, slow strokin'

I woke up on the right side of the bed this morning

I toke up on the right side of my bed, blow smoke and

See living is the experience that I've chosen

She giving me an experience, like Joe Rogan