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Offers (feat. Doz) Video (MV)




Performed By: LeeMan
Language: English
Length: 2:43
Written by: Bruce Hurdle




LeeMan - Offers (feat. Doz) Lyrics




I got a lot on my mind
I think i'm losing my mind
I got to put them in line
Igoudala I walk with the nine
What you see when you look out the blinds
Scream my name when that dick in your spine
Throwing bait catch your hoe on a line yeah
I'm swerving lanes got me feeling sauced up
In a Benz got me feeling bossed up
She brought her friends had to tear them all up
Ain't go to college but i'm getting offers
Hundred bands got to stack them all up
Take a chance it's a coin toss up

Not wasting time cus a nigga too hot
I run out of time i'm gone reset the clock
Had to cut ties, i'm still counting them knots
Pray when I die that my body don't rot
These be the times when I ran through the spot
These be the rhymes that put me on the top
These be the days I be stuck in my ways
Member them days as an everyday slave
Member them nights we was making them plays
Shoe box gang I ain't talking about J's
Just hit a stain pull off in the rain
Walk through the club we the OTM gang
Young LeeMan everybody know the name
Me and DoeRoo on the track make it bang

I'm swerving lanes got me feeling sauced up
In a Benz got me feeling bossed up
She brought her friends had to tear them all up
Ain't go to college but i'm getting offers
Hundred bands got to stack them all up
Take a chance it's a coin toss up

It's Doz on the track i'm in the field like i'm running it back
You know one goal is to get to them stacks
Bitch I bring out the mac, hop on your ass
Chasing the bag like i'm chasing a cab
And hop in a foreign i'm doing the dash
F*cking your Mom bitch I might be your Dad
Young nigga from the block yeah
I'm trying to get to the top
LeeMan keep chasing this shit don't stop yeah
F*cking it up won't stop yeah
These bitches want my cock yeah
Bend it over make it pop yeah
Stirring up the pot yeah
All these bitches thots
I pass it to Lee, he pass it to me
We bending the beat, we running the streets
He fresh out the Ville, i'm fresh out the East
Chef in the kitchen i'm ready to eat
F*cking a bitch of course she a freak
She hop on the D, she sucking it clean
Whoo whoo whoo
Put my wrist in the water and watch how it freeze

I'm swerving lanes got me feeling sauced up
In a Benz got me feeling bossed up
She brought her friends had to tear them all up
Ain't go to college but i'm getting offers
Hundred bands got to stack them all up
Take a chance it's a coin toss up
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I got a lot on my mind
I think i'm losing my mind
I got to put them in line
Igoudala I walk with the nine
What you see when you look out the blinds
Scream my name when that dick in your spine
Throwing bait catch your hoe on a line yeah
I'm swerving lanes got me feeling sauced up
In a Benz got me feeling bossed up
She brought her friends had to tear them all up
Ain't go to college but i'm getting offers
Hundred bands got to stack them all up
Take a chance it's a coin toss up

Not wasting time cus a nigga too hot
I run out of time i'm gone reset the clock
Had to cut ties, i'm still counting them knots
Pray when I die that my body don't rot
These be the times when I ran through the spot
These be the rhymes that put me on the top
These be the days I be stuck in my ways
Member them days as an everyday slave
Member them nights we was making them plays
Shoe box gang I ain't talking about J's
Just hit a stain pull off in the rain
Walk through the club we the OTM gang
Young LeeMan everybody know the name
Me and DoeRoo on the track make it bang

I'm swerving lanes got me feeling sauced up
In a Benz got me feeling bossed up
She brought her friends had to tear them all up
Ain't go to college but i'm getting offers
Hundred bands got to stack them all up
Take a chance it's a coin toss up

It's Doz on the track i'm in the field like i'm running it back
You know one goal is to get to them stacks
Bitch I bring out the mac, hop on your ass
Chasing the bag like i'm chasing a cab
And hop in a foreign i'm doing the dash
F*cking your Mom bitch I might be your Dad
Young nigga from the block yeah
I'm trying to get to the top
LeeMan keep chasing this shit don't stop yeah
F*cking it up won't stop yeah
These bitches want my cock yeah
Bend it over make it pop yeah
Stirring up the pot yeah
All these bitches thots
I pass it to Lee, he pass it to me
We bending the beat, we running the streets
He fresh out the Ville, i'm fresh out the East
Chef in the kitchen i'm ready to eat
F*cking a bitch of course she a freak
She hop on the D, she sucking it clean
Whoo whoo whoo
Put my wrist in the water and watch how it freeze

I'm swerving lanes got me feeling sauced up
In a Benz got me feeling bossed up
She brought her friends had to tear them all up
Ain't go to college but i'm getting offers
Hundred bands got to stack them all up
Take a chance it's a coin toss up
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Writer: Bruce Hurdle
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