Baby Smoove - Lyrical Lemonade lyrics
[Baby Smoove - Lyrical Lemonade lyrics]
If I want pints, I'ma go and get 'em
These Percocets been killing my feelings
I'm so high like Cathedral ceilings
Why argue when we gon' kill 'em
She want a Perc', she wanna feel it
If it ain't a feature, whole beat I kill it
You need a feature 'cause you is finished
I pour pints until they finish
When I go shopping, it ain't no limit
When you got real money, it make no difference
I can tell you broke, your last you spending
Big ol' blunt, it look extended
Got real dog shit, my mama chilling
I'ma tat' my face when I get a million
I can do that tomorrow, I ain't far from a million
Smoking on Gary Payton, it taste a little different
Got a whole lot of hollows, they just chilling
Make me mad then I'm gon' send 'em
Big ol' motor, you'll hear my pistons
Rich neighborhood, I stay near
Left a hunnid on my denim
And it's a lot of money in them
Boy you broke, got no budget
Your label shelfed you with no budget
We come with rifles, ain't no running
Ain't even get high, you broke and dusty
I sip lean and smoke some musty
Pull up in a Benz, I could fuck your auntie
I got Off White on my undies
Raise me son off scams, don't care if you judge me
Yeah, had a PhD in fraud
Take a bitch to fraud paradise, you know
Drain your credit when I want
Build you up too, know what I'm saying
Ain't nothing we can't do, you know
I slide when my phones come through
Yeah, I love Apple and they love me too
If I want pints, I'ma go and get 'em
These Percocets been killing my feelings
I'm so high like Cathedral ceilings
Why argue when we gon' kill 'em
She want a Perc', she wanna feel it
If it ain't a feature, whole beat I kill it
You need a feature 'cause you is finished
I pour pints until they finish
These Percocets been killing my feelings
I'm so high like Cathedral ceilings
Why argue when we gon' kill 'em
She want a Perc', she wanna feel it
If it ain't a feature, whole beat I kill it
You need a feature 'cause you is finished
I pour pints until they finish
When I go shopping, it ain't no limit
When you got real money, it make no difference
I can tell you broke, your last you spending
Big ol' blunt, it look extended
Got real dog shit, my mama chilling
I'ma tat' my face when I get a million
I can do that tomorrow, I ain't far from a million
Smoking on Gary Payton, it taste a little different
Got a whole lot of hollows, they just chilling
Make me mad then I'm gon' send 'em
Big ol' motor, you'll hear my pistons
Rich neighborhood, I stay near
Left a hunnid on my denim
And it's a lot of money in them
Boy you broke, got no budget
Your label shelfed you with no budget
We come with rifles, ain't no running
Ain't even get high, you broke and dusty
I sip lean and smoke some musty
Pull up in a Benz, I could fuck your auntie
I got Off White on my undies
Raise me son off scams, don't care if you judge me
Yeah, had a PhD in fraud
Take a bitch to fraud paradise, you know
Drain your credit when I want
Build you up too, know what I'm saying
Ain't nothing we can't do, you know
I slide when my phones come through
Yeah, I love Apple and they love me too
If I want pints, I'ma go and get 'em
These Percocets been killing my feelings
I'm so high like Cathedral ceilings
Why argue when we gon' kill 'em
She want a Perc', she wanna feel it
If it ain't a feature, whole beat I kill it
You need a feature 'cause you is finished
I pour pints until they finish