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letra de lemonade - christ dillinger & wendigo

[intro – christ dillinger]
unc complaining to me and i’m letting him vent
got my arm in the pot and i’m cooking up rent
i can’t argue with b-tches that’s doing the most
b-tch you texting my phone i turn into a ghost
im passing (?) two bands and the o
i ain’t beefing with n-ggas i’m not from the o
i’m truly stupid paid, that’s just how i feel today
i’m moving slow, i got purple percies in my lemonade
christ dillinger this is so based negative

[verse 1 – tenkay]
based negative on that squad sh-t
bando bands r.i.p to that man with my man, looking like somthin’ from back to the future and not biff tan
got too d-mn high, if i come down, i don’t think i’ma stick this land
bad b-tch on my d-ck ’cause she know who i am, next day [i shot her a band me?] off the ‘gram
erry motherf-ckin’ day i feel like a goat, trapped in a world full of lambs
the .45 got my side bustin’ a n-gga ferragamos just to hold up my pants
pourin’ on all my designer makе up my attire, i can barely pr-nounce thе brand
i’m in club onyx picking stripper money off the floor and throwin’ the 1s in the can
b-tch throw them buns at my man, i could make you famous tonight you know who i am
get a yellow chain like lemonade, told johnny dang go exquisite by hand
bought a beach house out in maui, sippin’ on mai tai’s with my feet in the sand
high tide n-gga’s watching the sand, if i go broke put my hand back in the pan
[?] my lips around the human race and it can’t be studied by man
if i’m lying then i’m flying, n-gga god could put me down i wouldn’t give a d-mn
i put my trust in no n-gga like [?] they snaking that man
me and christ d hold a n-gga b-tch for ransom, he better follow demands
d-mn, walk in this b-tch like jesus christ, make a n-gga say amen
tenkay ain’t ever save no b-tch so why the f-ck would i save a man?
catch a n-gga out in traffic green tipped paint job we gunna spray your van
i’ma paint this sh-t like that boy gogh van, sh-t n-gga, i meant van gogh
lookin’ for me i’m probably in your hoe in the front seat of a new lambo
cough drop how she give me the throat
[shoot my ???] how she suckin’ the goat
run up on me you run off as a ghost
i don’ say much but i’m doin’ the most
spent 30 nights in the bando it was a dark trap i feel like loco los?
sp-ce ghost i go coast to coast
like marquise i get money rows
first time bustin off a pill, felt like joe swanson, that sh-t made me roll
my mamma had high expectations, wanted me to make the honour roll
i ain’t even know why, because i couldn’t even one class on my own
before i was tenkay, i was seeing my success in the future, raven symone
she ain’t really tryna hear that so i self isolated, please leave me alone
i pray to god my new b-tch don’t do me like my ex b-tch and leave me alone
im sosa b-tch, i’m in fendi and prada

- christ dillinger wendigo

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