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letra de lyrical lemonade* - lil skies

lyrics from snippet

[verse 1]
okay, f-ck n-gga said he got a problem
hold up, tell him keep your head up
i’m a young n-gga, got my bread up
i’m f-cking his b-tch with my leg up
we pull up in excursions
2020 n-gga in a suburban
i’m shooting that n-gga, i’m swerving
i’m f-cking his b-tch but she slurping
we shoot his lil’ brother in a hoopty
and while we shooting a movie
i’m f-cking on all these groupies
these n-ggas be acting like goofys
i dance on a b-tch like fivio
give her a perc and she call me papi
tattoos all on my body
let her cum all on my johnny
these b-tches all say i’m c-cky
look at them like who gon’ stop me?
been balling on n-ggas like kyrie
big boss sh-t like i’m john gotti
in the game and you know i gotta win it
been balling n-gga, give me a minute
you want side lines and you look like you losing
you talkin’ all that sh-t, n-gga why you accusing?
you actin’ like a b-tch, stop doing that hoe sh-t
instagram, posting pictures of your toe sh-t
what the f-ck? n-ggas on some hoe sh-t
i mean it like, n-ggas on some old sh-t
me and stan, we gon’ kick the dough sh-t
back to back, kick up in your flow sh-t
i run up in your house and i make the motion
i ain’t with the back and fourth and all the comotion
i was really down bad but really i’m floating
track to track, back to back i’m goating
laugh and laugh around the world they notice
fast as f-ck like a [?]
i walk in the trap like, “hey”
look at that b-tch like, “you ain’t my bae”
you ain’t paying my room, my sh-t ain’t paid
this b-tch wanna f-ck and just get laid
n-gga like me, i’m steady getting paid (huh)
working that b-tch like a maid (huh)
working that b-tch like a slave (huh)
working til i’m in my grave
[verse 2]
another verse, i can do it for fun
lyrical like a n-gga big pun
lyrical lemonade runts
lyrical lemonade, i’m stuntin’
n-ggas hatin’, i feel like cole bennet
hop out the tesla with a midget
came up in this b-tch and spit it
n-gga talkin’, i’mma make them cricket
i can’t settle for no minimal wage
n-gga like me counting the blues
n-gga like me stay with the crew
n-gga like me jump out the stu’
young n-gga i was counting the dollars
young n-gga make a big momma holla
young n-gga i been counting with partners
young n-gga i’mma spend it with partners
young n-gga i’mma stay with the troops
young n-gga i’m gon’ hop out and shoot
dark tints, they gon’ slide through the roof
dark tints, they gon’ show you what to do
if you tell the cops, n-gga you’re lame
n-gga think he flexin’ with that lil’ chain
n-gga think he up, i see that thing
this n-gga told me to take off his brain
go to the bank, pull out a fifty
bad b-tch sent me p-ssy and titties
i’m a clean n-gga, don’t give me hickeys
kick her out after she suck my hickey
blow your back out, b-tch i got [?]
sippin’ lean, it go straight to my henny
big guns, we gon’ shoot up with semis
smoking runts until i-

- lil skies

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