LEMONADE

歌手: Vince Staples Ty Dolla $ign • 专辑:RAMONA PARK BROKE MY HEART • 发布时间:2022-04-08
作词 : LeKen Taylor/Tyrone Griffin/Joseph Luis Ramirez III/Vincent Staples/Yori Smith
 作曲 : LeKen Taylor/Tyrone Griffin/Joseph Luis Ramirez III/Vincent Staples/Yori Smith
  Nowhere to go when we in a cage
 Sometimes life tastes bittersweet
 Feelin’ like ice cold lemonade (Lemonade)
 Nowhere to go when we in the shade (In the shade)
 Nowhere to go when we in a cage
 Sometimes life tastes bittersweet
 Yeah, money talk, broke niggas talk louder (Yeah)
 That's why they face so sour (Yeah)
 Ain't shit sweet, ask Sugar Free (Ask Sugar Free)
 Still bust a nigga head, that’s the hood in me (Ayy)
 From the ghetto, by the beach, bullets in a breeze (From the hood)
 I got million dollar dreams, I got nigga needs (I'm the hood)
 Baby, from around the way, so she feelin' me (Yeah)
 Wanna get with me, make a memory (Yeah)
 Think she's tryna set me up
 She send a late night text sayin', "Let's meet up" (Yeah, I don't know)
 No way, I heard you kick it with the enemies (No way)
 And if a nigga think I'm slippin’ then he gettin’ wings
 XD, four O with the lemon squeeze (Bang)
 Hoes, same thing, clutch it I'ma air the scene
 Sweet dreams (Yeah)
 Trippin’ on everything (On the hood)
 Really with it, so you better be, ayy (Yeah)
 Feelin' like ice cold lemonade (Lemonade)
 Nowhere to go when we in the shade (In the shade)
 Nowhere to go when we in a cage
 Sometimes life tastes bittersweet
 Feelin' like ice cold lemonade (Lemonade)
 Nowhere to go when we in the shade (In the shade)
 Nowhere to go when we in a cage
 Sometimes life tastes bittersweet
 (Hey, tell 'em where you from)
 I come from where everybody thirsty (Thirsty)
 Got some money, now these niggas wanna hurt me (Tell me why?)
 How another nigga gettin’ to it get you mad? (Ayy, get a bag)
 You should go and get some M's 'fore I get you crashed
 Really livin' fast, die young by the gun
 We don't wanna know your name, tell us where you're from (Hey, tell me where you from?)
 I done ran it up a M, but it's not enough (Yeah, homie)
 Used to kick it in they hood 'til we shot it up (Yeah, homie)
 Ayy, it's no friends in the gangland (No friends)
 Started with a skateboard and a spray can
 Pull up on they main block, goin' Rain Man (Bah)
 Money talks, Crips walk, niggas ain't playin'
 Heavy steppin' if I wanna get to Heaven
 I'ma have to hit the gate, did too many 211's
 Tryna break that bank like ScHoolboy C
 Won't stop 'til the whole hood fed
 On my granny grave (Yeah, yeah)
 Feelin' like ice cold lemonade (Lemonade)
 Nowhere to go when we in the shade (In the shade)
 Nowhere to go when we in a cage
 Sometimes life tastes bittersweet
 Feelin' like ice cold lemonade (Lemonade)
 Nowhere to go when we in the shade (In the shade)
 Nowhere to go when we in a cage
 Sometimes life tastes bittersweet (Yeah)
 Ice cold, baby, ice cold
 They think I'm pimpin', baby
 Summertime in the LB
 Oh, what a feelin', baby
 Bittersweet, yeah, ooh-ooh, oh-oh, oh, oh
 Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
 Summertime in the shade (Lemonade)
 Ice cold lemonade
 Summertime in the shade
 Feelin' like, feelin' like
 Ice cold lemonade, yeah
 Summertime in the shade
 Ice cold lemonade
 Feelin' like, feelin' like
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