Shadow, Nerve - Lemonade lyrics

[Shadow, Nerve - Lemonade lyrics]


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I pour this drink up in
My cup and then we sippin'
Rock up to your party
Hit the food and then we dippin'
I will never tell
Even if I'm caught slippin'
Trappin' out hotels 'cause my
Girlfriend always trippin'
Like homie, you should listen
Words from a wise guy
They will always fail to reach the top
But when I try out here in the streets
Got connections like it's wifi
Everybody hatin' on the kids
Up in the limelight
Like brother, get your rhymes right
I do it proper
Loose lip, sink ships, never talk to coppers
Circle stay small
Still get it with my brothers
Never will I fall 'cause of size
That's on mothers
Was trappin', gettin' hunnids
Turn it into thousands
No high-vis', music payin'
Now I'm loungin' say you got the drip
Go compare that to a fountain
Come to your show
Shut it down and then we bouncin'
Homie, this is O-D from the O-Z, no ounces
Crops get chopped, still stinkin' out houses
My old mate got the menu, so we browsin'
Don't talk
Keep your mouth shut when I'm countin' uh

You see them hatin' on my grind
But I'm still gettin' paid
My teachers told me, "Pick it up"
I need some better grades
The match was getting great from all
The grams I ever weighed
When life gives you lemons
I was told to make some lemonade
You see them hatin' on my grind
But I'm still gettin' paid
My teachers told me, "Pick it up"
I need some better grades
The match was getting great from all
The grams I ever weighed
When life gives you lemons
I was told to make some lemonade

Trap rap
With these fat stacks in my backpack
Everybody dealin' but they do
It for the Snapchat i run the ball
You need a cricket mitt to catch that
I'm tryna find my way, like a Navman
Yes, I'm on a journey
Out to find the MILFs in they 30s
Never liked 'em young 'cause old Ds
Keep her dirty breasts perky
Feel her then she saying, "Don't hurt me"
But them big girls don't cry like Fergie
'Cause cuzzie, it's the takeover
The whole gang up in the Range Rover
Bass hangin' out the window
With a flamethrower we on the rise
But it's hard for me to stay sober
I love my missus but the
Mary always stay closer
Like hold up, l let me hit that
If it ain't the Cali
You can go and have your shit back
Dinner with the plug
'cause he happy how we flip packs
Girls in the club keep mistakin'
Me for Nic Nat

Yeah, yeah, the West Coast Eagles
Yeah, I play for them yeah, ruckman
You know, big black guy?
Feel my dreads, swear to God nic Nat
Ah, shit

You see them hatin' on my grind
But I'm still gettin' paid
My teachers told me, "Pick it up"
I need some better grades
The match was getting great from all
The grams I ever weighed
When life gives you lemons
I was told to make some lemonade
You see them hatin' on my grind
But I'm still gettin' paid
My teachers told me, "Pick it up"
I need some better grades
The match was getting great from all
The grams I ever weighed
When life gives you lemons
I was told to make some lemonade

N to the E to the R-V

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