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letra de internet money - lemonade (remix 1) (8 minutes remix) - prod. bad dude

[chorus: don toliver]
off the juice (juice), codeine got me trippin’ (juice)
copped the coupe (coupe), woke up, roof is missin’ (yeah)
ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin’
ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin’
[verse 1: nav]
addy boys, got some sixties in my bag (addy)
lips sealed, i ain’t pillow talkin’, i’m no rat (no)
in my earlobe, got two karats, vvs (bling)
got a penthouse near rodeo off of stress (stress)
all this money, when i grew up, i had nothing (nothing)
filled with backstabbers, my old life was disgusting (disgusting)
can’t believe it, gotta thank god that i’m livin’ comfortably (thank god)
gettin’ checks, i don’t believe her, she say she done with me
burned some bridges and i let the fire light the way (oh-woah)
kickin’ my feet up, left the pjs on a pj (a pj)
yeah, i’m a big dawg, and i walk around with no leash (oh-oh)
i got water on me, yeah, everything on fiji

[chorus: don toliver]
off the juice (juice), codeine got me trippin’ (juice)
copped the coupe (coupe), woke up, roof is missin’ (yeah)
ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin’
ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin’ (hey, hey)
[verse 2: gunna & don toliver]
i’m a rockstar, play guitars (yeah), sippin’ wock’, hey (hey)
adderall, fentanyl, xanax bars, ayy (hey)
i was fifteen, i was sippin’ codeine with my dawg, ayy (codeine)
did a percocet, promethazine, i feel nausey (promethazine)
put up a stick and i hop on a plane
still in my war ways (war ways)
sh-t is so risky, i gotta be gifted
he blessed me with fortune and fame (fortune and fame, nice)
i remember from fifty, i couldn’t go back empty
i knew i was stuck to the game (stuck)
i’m loyal and i’ll never change
i’m never gon’ go against the grain (go against the grain)
i’m never gon’ be the one to turn on my brother
when police has got us detained (nah)
i won’t ever love a b-tch more than my mother
and that’s on my government name (nah)
i can’t be no sucker, ain’t hatin’ on no one
i wish everybody get paid (paid)
’cause we countin’ up every day (every day)
gettin’ high ’til i land in the grave

[pre-chorus: don toliver]
xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag
college girls give a n-gga head in my rafs
rockstar life, so much money it’ll make you laugh, hey
these b-tches, they hate, and you can’t miss what you never had, hey, hey
[chorus: don toliver]
off the juice (juice), codeine got me trippin’ (juice)
copped the coupe (coupe), woke up, roof is missin’
ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin’
ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin’

[verse 3: xxxtentacion]
hit it from the back
look back at me, i like that
she so naughty for that sack
i got sauce and she like that
wanna l!ck it off me, little old me
hit your spot then slit my t
n-ggas bitin’, tyson lee
velcro pockets, super flea
radar watch, it can’t be seized
swag disease, too much sauce inside my jeans
his and her’s designer tees
your flow’s old, update it please
radar watch, it can’t be seized
swag disease, too much sauce inside my jeans
his and her’s designer tees
your flow’s old, update it please
shooting guns just like it’s heroin
deep in the p-ssy like a body burial
b-tch underwater, what i name it? ariel
cutie booty i’ma f-ck up the uh, woo!
i wanna f-ck on your mouth
i wanna f-ck on your daughter, your house (god d-mn)
i wanna make that b-tch p-ssy my spouse
show her giuseppe, she open her mouth
yeah!

[chorus: don toliver]
off the juice (juice), codeine got me trippin’ (juice)
copped the coupe (coupe), woke up, roof is missin’
ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin’
ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin

[verse 4: trippie redd]
this like gta, we shoot out helicopters (brrt), monsters (brrt)
we pull up with sticks and h-lla choppers (bah), ‘oppas (bah)
we don’t f-ck with n-ggas, they the cops (cops, b-tch)
i put my heart and soul into the glock (in the glock)
b-tch, it’s us, never them, you ain’t that, b-tch, i’m him
you get zapped if it’s static (static), keep that mac, it go “pew”
smokin’ gas, smell the fumes, i’m in that ‘vette, it go “vroom”
i’m a vet, lil’ dude, you a pet, do what i say, not what i do
tell him “sit”, b-tch, come here
i just seen some n-ggas down the block that ain’t from here
know i got a lot but i need some d-mn more, yeah
if i catch the opps, then i’m uppin’ the d-mn score, yeah
[pre-chorus: don toliver]
xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag
college girls give a n-gga head in my rafs
rockstar life, so much money it’ll make you laugh, hey
these b-tches, they hate, and you can’t miss what you never had, hey, hey

[verse 5: juice wrld]
cutthroat, love it when they run, ho (what?)
knife on the ak, stab ’em with a gun, ho
hoppin’ in that mosh pit, i was tryna rage sh-t
it’s a different day, it’s like n-ggas on the same sh-t, i hate it
rich like a white b-tch, i should go blonde, b-tch
i put my d-ck up in your mom, b-tch
you ain’t on sh-t dot-com, b-tch
desert eagle, take his head off, make it fly like a comet
glizzy crank your ass like soulja boy, screamin’, “yah, b-tch”
wanna f-ck a n-gga b-tch, uh-huh (what else?)
grant a bullet like a wish, uh-huh (what else?)
d-rose when i drive through the paint
with the foul, i’ma still get a swish, uh-huh (uh)
what the f-ck bro?
you ain’t tryna f-ck, get the f-ck out my spot, ho
‘fore your ass get kicked out like a thot, ho (whoa)

[verse 6: eminem]
jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like jay-z
jig is up, you f-ckers who didn’t write anything
are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing
young hova, i know hitters like yankees
gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
unloadin’, leave you shot up in your rover
your body goes limp and slumps over
like a-rod in a month lull, but he just homered
hol’ up, i said “rover” because now your rover is red
like red rover, so you know what i meant
but i roll over my opponents instead
makin’ dog sounds ’cause i gotta keep breakin’ these bars down
i’ll go slow for the speds
but when i go (roof!) like the dobermann said
i still think the (roof!) would go over your head (ha-ha)
beast mode, motherf-ckers ’bout to get hit
with so many foul lines, you’ll think i’m a free throw
figured it was about time for people to eat crow
you about to get out-rhymed, how could i be dethroned?
i stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep’s clothes
from the east coast to the west, i’m the ethos and i’m the g.o.a.t
who the best, i don’t gotta say a f-ckin’ thing, though
’cause mcs know
but you don’t wanna hear me spit the facts
your sh-t is ass like a tailbone
or you’re trapped in your cell phone
or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
i don’t wanna f-ckin’ listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote
used to get beat up by the big kids
used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
and i wouldn’t do sh-t but just sit still
now money’s not a big deal
i’m rich, i wipe my ass with six mill’
big bills like a platypus
a caterpillar’s comin’ to get the cannabis
i’m lookin’ for the smoke but you motherf-ckers are scatterin’
batterin’ everything and i’ve had it with the inadequate
man, i can see my d-ck is standin’ stiff as a mannequin
and i’m bringin’ the bandana back, and the f-ckin’ headband again
a handkerchief and i’m thinkin’ of bringin’ the f-ckin’ fingerless gloves back
and not giving a singular f-ck, like f-ck rap
i sound like a f-ckin’ millionaire
with a derringer with a hair trigger
’bout to bear hug a f-ckin’ terrier, the ric flair dripper
y’all couldn’t hold a candle at a prayer vigil
when i vent, they compare me to a f-ckin’ air duct
i’m ’bout to bare-knuckle it, nah, f-ck it
i’m gonna go upside their head with a nantucket
abraca-f-ckin’-dabra
the track is the blood, i’m attracted, i’m attackin’ it

[outro: don toliver]
yeah, yeah, yeah

- prod bad dude

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