CrisCo, Hodgy, Frank Ocean - Lemonade lyrics
[CrisCo, Hodgy, Frank Ocean - Lemonade lyrics]
Yeah it's that lemonade
First Class yeah you know this is
The Cook Up lets get it
OK i'm spitting these abortion bars
All up on this lemonade
Got these other rappers really wishing
They were never made i'm always in the game
These niggas never played
My gears always fucking sharp
Like I'm wearing blades
I only spit just so that I can get paid while
These mothafuckas do it so they can get laid
I've been have these chicks
Open marcus Colston
Grabbing for my dick like a rebound postin
I got two bad chicks I call it double trouble
And they both 10s that's a double double
They got fat asses that's a double bubble
When they playing with my balls
That's a double juggle
I'm serving up these bars
Call me the bartender
They say I should sell my rhymes
But I'm not a bar vender
Man I just keep goin (goin) call me a machine
One of Octobers own but this ain't Halloween
I'm a punck line maniac this is my routine
The way I cook up all these bars
You would think it's a cuisine
I'm not an undergroung artist
More like a submarine
Got these mothafuckas bouncing kind
Of like a trampoline
I'm from that east coast, east side
EA we live we fly G5 smoking up we high
Got your girl wet so I'm going in deep dive
The reason why all these
Schools buzzing beehive
Every where I go I always got my back pack
And girls ask me if I want to hit Black Jack
I'm made of money call me a casino
Make the haters sick to their stomach
I should give them a beano
And I'm dangerous Scarface kind
Of like Pacino when you see me call 911 Reno
Got a chip on my shoulder
But I don't mean Doritos
And these niggas all beans
It's a wrap burritos
I'm eight bars from greatness
The haters can't take it
The head above the shoulders I
Just see them shaking
Look I'm kind of gas I really can't fake it
(no) 'cus if the right gears here
My shit I'mma make it (Imma blowing up)
Yup man I know I'm gonna
Be blowing up and when
That time comes I'mma drinking
Till I'm trowing up
In the club sipping bottle
After bottle seeing 20
20 nigga I an't got them beer goggles
Chicks grinding on my slow moving
Like a snail man
And they open up for my delivery mail man
Look I got this on lot like a gel man
You think I'm being funny like Doug quell man
Dog I'm so serious (not really)
First Class yeah you know this is
The Cook Up lets get it
OK i'm spitting these abortion bars
All up on this lemonade
Got these other rappers really wishing
They were never made i'm always in the game
These niggas never played
My gears always fucking sharp
Like I'm wearing blades
I only spit just so that I can get paid while
These mothafuckas do it so they can get laid
I've been have these chicks
Open marcus Colston
Grabbing for my dick like a rebound postin
I got two bad chicks I call it double trouble
And they both 10s that's a double double
They got fat asses that's a double bubble
When they playing with my balls
That's a double juggle
I'm serving up these bars
Call me the bartender
They say I should sell my rhymes
But I'm not a bar vender
Man I just keep goin (goin) call me a machine
One of Octobers own but this ain't Halloween
I'm a punck line maniac this is my routine
The way I cook up all these bars
You would think it's a cuisine
I'm not an undergroung artist
More like a submarine
Got these mothafuckas bouncing kind
Of like a trampoline
I'm from that east coast, east side
EA we live we fly G5 smoking up we high
Got your girl wet so I'm going in deep dive
The reason why all these
Schools buzzing beehive
Every where I go I always got my back pack
And girls ask me if I want to hit Black Jack
I'm made of money call me a casino
Make the haters sick to their stomach
I should give them a beano
And I'm dangerous Scarface kind
Of like Pacino when you see me call 911 Reno
Got a chip on my shoulder
But I don't mean Doritos
And these niggas all beans
It's a wrap burritos
I'm eight bars from greatness
The haters can't take it
The head above the shoulders I
Just see them shaking
Look I'm kind of gas I really can't fake it
(no) 'cus if the right gears here
My shit I'mma make it (Imma blowing up)
Yup man I know I'm gonna
Be blowing up and when
That time comes I'mma drinking
Till I'm trowing up
In the club sipping bottle
After bottle seeing 20
20 nigga I an't got them beer goggles
Chicks grinding on my slow moving
Like a snail man
And they open up for my delivery mail man
Look I got this on lot like a gel man
You think I'm being funny like Doug quell man
Dog I'm so serious (not really)