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letra de internet money - lemonade (remix 2) (7 minutes remix) - prod. bad dude

[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’ (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: 2pac]
can you picture my prophecy?
stress in the city, the cops is hot for me
the projects is full of bullets
though bodies is droppin’ there ain’t no stoppin’ me
constantly movin’ while makin’ millions
witnessin’ k!llings, leavin’ dead bodies in abandoned buildings
can’t reach the children, ’cause they’re illin’
addicted to k!llin’ and the appeal from the cap peelin’
without feelin’, but will they last or be blasted?
hard-headed b-st-rd, maybe he’ll listen in his casket
the aftermath: more bodies bein’ buried
i’m losin’ my homies in a hurry, they’re relocatin’ to the cemetery
got me worried, stressin’, my vision’s blurry
the question is will i live, no one in the world

[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 3: the notorious b.i.g.]
check it, i grew up a f-ckin’ screw-up
got introduced to the game, got a ounce and f-ckin’ blew up
choppin’ rocks overnight
the n-gga biggie smalls tryna turn into the black frank white
we had to grow dreads to change our description
two cops is on the milk box missin’
show they toes, you know they got stepped on
a fistful of bullets, a chest full of teflon
run from the police, picture that
n-gga, i’m too fat, i f-ck around and catch a asthma attack
that’s why i bust back, it don’t faze me
when he drop, take his glock and i’m swayze

[verse 4: 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

[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 5: eazy-e]
it’s how much time i got left on this planet
some motherf-cker’s gotta die!
i’m an evil motherf-cker ready to tear sh-t up
i’m gonna put these things on you, and never let up
see, my momma, she was wrong when i was born
that a n-gga like e should’a never been born
too late, big mistake in ’72
it’s ’92, now they yell code blue
15 hours,11 minutes,30 seconds, i’m a motherf-ckin’ wreck
gonna pay back n-ggas who did me wrong in the past
my days ain’t long, i’m comin’ strong and fast

[verse 6: big l]
when i cruise through the ghetto i drive slow
i’m quick to buck a duck and i don’t give a f-ck about 5-0
a hardcore life i chose to explore
therefore i lived raw and went to war with the law
my only picture was a mugshot, slugs what thugs got
pcoket swellin’ hops from sellin’ tops to the drugs spot
g’s was clocked, fat knots were in the socks
and cops who tried to stop shop got knocked when i popped the glock
sh-t was ran right by me and my man mike
’cause i choose to use a gun don’t mean that i can’t fight
’cause we put the guns down and go one round
with the hands but man i ain’t the one, you’ll get done clown

[outro: don toliver]
yeah, yeah, yeah

- prod bad dude

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