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lemon squeeze - gmoneydt lyrics

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[intro]
a n*gga tired in the booth, but this sh*t come with hard work, you feel me? an ot
ayy

[verse]
i don’t feel safe if i ain’t clutchin’ on my lemon squeeze
after i f*ck, you gotta go, b*tch, you ain’t sh*t to me
if you gotta choose between me and him, don’t pick me
b*tch, this my life, so don’t tell me how to live it
all this sh*t straight up off my head, this sh*t ain’t written
ar like a giant but the drakey like a midget
everybody just be lying, don’t give a f*ck about the critics
i don’t even listen, broke n*ggas get offended
moncleezy with the burberry, i’m mixing up designers
i been in the studio three days straight, i still ain’t tired
yeah, your b*tch might be cute, but i guaranteed might find her
ayy, i hate driving the benz because i always pop the tries
ayy, see the b*tch you just cuffed, she my throwaway
gotta watch the n*ggas who say hating sh*t in joking ways
we gon’ keep spinnin’, we don’t throw away the throwaways
man, these n*ggas got me sick, i hope it go away

[outro]
yeah
man, these n*ggas got me sh*ttin’
tell them n*ggas go get they money up, you feel me?
dead homies
feel me?
that’s all i do, nothin’ but gettin’ money
dead homies, tell ’em get up with me

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