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lirik lagu pink lemonade – izzy93

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[intro]
we just playin’ with ’em on this one, you heard me?

[chorus]
pour some drank inside the lemonade and turn that b*tch pink
vvs in my ring, really water like a sink
40 racks in my jeans like a n*gga robbed a brink
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, i don’t never wanna link
everyday i wake up and try to double up the profit
i don’t work inside a trap, i don’t got no fiends knockin’
but my bag goin’ up, ain’t no way this sh*t stoppin’
i can walk inside a nina’s, if i like it, i’ma cop it
spend a rack on some shoes and 500 on a tee
paid 6 for the ring, another 10 on my t**th
give a f*ckin’ what they reppin’, [?]
hottest n*gga in the hood and the hottest in the streets
f*ck double, i’ma try and go make thе money triple
wake up and hit thе block, [?]
got a choppa in this b*tch, pack a punch like [?]
have them hitters go and fill a opp with lead like a pencil
[verse]
i*i’ma sip on drank ’til my eyes go shut
straight drop inside my cup, boy, [?]
got a bad bougee b*tch but i f*ck her like a sl*t
she know i’m a rare breed and these lil’ n*ggas mutts
quick to put a hole in one like a n*gga playin’ put
bring them rounds to yo’ door like i work at pizza hut
i got a glock with a d*ck, it’s boutta bust, you catch a nut
walk the city with no bodyguard, i still don’t get touched
i got bloods that get it poppin’, i got crips that get it crackin’
f*ck a semi, they be ridin’ with a fully automatic
and my gang [?], they gon’ let them n*ggas have it
n*ggas jealous like a b*tch ’cause they know my money stackin’
i done balled on these n*ggas like sam l jackson
no cap in my rap, i be really countin’ [?]
like a n*gga got addicted, you can tell that i’m packin’
no standin’ ovation but this b*tch start clappin’
i’ma still crash this sh*t even though i’m off the lean
everything i spit is dope, i done turn ’em to a fiend
why my money so dirty but i’m ridin’ so clean?
i’m tryna go and stuff a hoe with 50 ball in my jeans
n*ggas gangster on the net but they not what they seem
freddy krueger, i’m a nightmare in these n*ggas dreams
‘member i was kickin’ doors, masked up like scream
now i got racks off the rap, b*tch, i’m really gettin’ cream
[chorus]
pour some drank inside the lemonade and turn that b*tch pink
vvs in my ring, really water like a sink
40 racks in my jeans like a n*gga robbed a brink
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, i don’t never wanna link
everyday i wake up and try to double up the profit
i don’t work inside a trap, i don’t got no fiends knockin’
but my bag goin’ up, ain’t no way this sh*t stoppin’
i can walk inside a nina’s, if i like it, i’ma cop it
spend a rack on some shoes and 500 on a tee
paid 6 for the ring, another 10 on my t**th
give a f*ckin’ what they reppin’, [?]
hottest n*gga in the hood and the hottest in the streets
f*ck double, i’ma try and go make the money triple
wake up and hit the block, [?]
got a choppa in this b*tch, pack a punch like [?]
have them hitters go and fill a opp with lead like a pencil

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