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letra de lemonade - slimesito

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[intro]
yall n-gga be sliding in lemons
lemon squeeze cause’ yall n-ggas be willing
got young n-ggas and you know they rebelling
might pop a n-gga, now you know he in heaven
snake eyes but i’m tryna’ hit seven
i’m mob-tied so you know they be trailing
thirty on me but i’m shooting eleven
can’t trust these n-ggas cause’ these n-ggas be telling
(dj phat)
f-ck with the gang get a headstone
i’m in the trap working that flip phone
(you already know who it is man, it’s dj phat, flyest fat n-gga you know, you other n-ggas in never compеtition, you dig?)
(power up)
yeah, aye
rich slimе

[chorus]
f-ck with the gang get a headstone
i’m in the trap working that flip phone
chain on my neck and you know this sh-t three tone
my n-ggas apes, i ain’t talking [?]
locked up, yeah i stay on that free phone
open shop, yeah i stay in that three-zone
just slimed a n-gga for his strap, now his piece gone
put twenty on my chain, you rocking the rhinestones
i’m shooting like carmelo
sipping wock, i ain’t pouring up yellow
black foreign finna’ paint this sh-t yellow
off the drop now this sh-t got me mellow
i’m playing n-ggas, i ain’t playing nintendo
got thirty on me, yeah i stay with extendo’s
i’m calling shots then they pulling up tenfold
might slime a n-gga but that n-gga my kinfolk
[verse]
doing numbers, i ain’t talking no jail phone
choppa’ beating on these n-ggas like headphones
f-cking on your b-tch, she got me in friend zone
i’m riding solo so you n-ggas can’t tell on
on the block and i’m toting that g-lock
black smith and that sh-t got a [?]
stick hitting n-ggas just like the beatdrop
i just cut a n-gga, hit his ass with that re-rock
yall n-gga be sliding in lemons
lemon squeeze cause’ yall n-ggas be willing
got young n-ggas and you know they rebelling
might pop a n-gga, now you know he in heaven
snake eyes but i’m tryna’ hit seven
i’m mob-tied so you know they be trailing
thirty on me but i’m shooting eleven
can’t trust these n-ggas cause’ these n-ggas be telling

[chorus]
f-ck with the gang get a headstone
i’m in the trap working that flip phone
chain on my neck and you know this sh-t three tone
my n-ggas apes, i ain’t talking [?]
locked up, yeah i stay on that free phone
open shop, yeah i stay in that three-zone
just slimed a n-gga for his strap, now his piece gone
put twenty on my chain, you rocking the rhinestones
i’m shooting like carmelo
sipping wock, i ain’t pouring up yellow
black foreign finna’ paint this sh-t yellow
off the drop now this sh-t got me mellow
i’m playing n-ggas, i ain’t playing nintendo
got thirty on me, yeah i stay with extendo’s
i’m calling shots then they pulling up tenfold
might slime a n-gga but that n-gga my kinfolk
(dj phat)

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