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lyrical lemonade cypher 1.0 - lyrical lemonade lyrics

[verse 1: satchel stokes]
uh, uh
yeah, also
uh, uh
uh, uh
right
uh, uh, uh
they like, d*mn son, f*ck around and come out with the hand, son
know some [?] from the nine that bring the sh*t and blam, son
this ain’t no written note, i’m off the cranium
turn your whole ass head into a f*cking stadium
if you sayin’ sh*t, i don’t even give a f*ck, i’m k!llin’ sh*t
got these bars off the top, [?] say this written sh*t
no boy, you weak boy, no flows boy, you old boy
i don’t f*ck with these goofy [?], yeah, y’all some old boys

[verse 2: lou era]
i ain’t flexed as hard in a minute
murder sh*t, they treat me like a menace
check the stats, i heard my [?] winnin’
sprint to tracks and know i’m never winnin’, never winnin’, [?]
i just got to turn on my cellular, b*tches, they call on oregano
i’m puffin’ dope, no oregano, i’m makin’ hits on a better note
all of these rappers, i’m better than, they need my flow like it’s medicals
twist up your face with this medicine, i can turn hustle to revenue
p*ssies be flexin’ on i, i flow the way resident of the sky
sky’s the limit, no limit, boy, i’m so relentless, won’t let up until end of time
if you got problem, then hit up my line, if you got thotties, then hit up my line
if they don’t see it, they’ll see it in time, i’m about to blow like the 4th of july
[verse 3: justiiice}
i got the lyrical lemonade, hey, ‘kay
first line, you know i got the lyrical lemonade
i’ve been sippin’ this since the sippin’ age
temptin’ since the temptless age, grippin’ since the grippin’ age
if you try to change me, i will never switch the page
pavement flow, cause i’m layered at the bottom
i be risin’ to the top and i be fallin’ like the autumn
they be fallin’ like the autumn to the bottom of their knees
’til they swallow and they swallow in the bottom of my feet
i ain’t even got a kid yet
i’m the hottest [?] with a f*ckin’ deal yet
but i’m motherf*ckin’ ill*lessed
i be lookin’ for them [?] in the f*ckin’ drill set
and i ain’t with that movin’ sh*t
but shout out to louie, cause he put on the whole crew and sh*t
i do this sh*t, they tryna f*ckin’ google it
how you gonna find sk!lls when the, ah, i don’t know, f*ck it
i’ma still spit a lot, i’ma take a sip because the rhymes be in the grip a lot
grip a lot, i grip a lot, i’m sippin’ till i lean a lot
lean a lot, i fiend a lot for f*ckin’ codeine a lot
like camelot
i be got lil’ humps like camelot, i’m huffin’ like a camel hot
like a camel back
i’ma say whatever to the camel back, camel strap, boom
f*ck you [?] runnin’ out, runnin’ back
my forte with the runnin’ raps, i’m runnin’ out
[?] can’t see me with the runnin’ pants
i’ma write a verse and then run away
i’ma run away into the top
and then i’ma see mike jacques and say, what’s up?
bye*bye, see me in a minute
i be hot, i be off the top, flowin’ like a scrimmage
[verse 4: roosevelt the titan]
look
lately i been looser than my loosey
trip, suitcases full of condoms for the coochie
it’s all gucci ’cause these women never know me
they just get to know me, get to know me
trap a pigeon with the ignant and the rappers for the f*cks that i been givin’
non*existent, i’m not kiddin’, i’m your father
i could martyr for this rap sh*t
potent like it’s cat p*ss, boastin’ bout your bad b*tch
she checkin’ for the titan, why you lyin’?
i be flyin’ with a flock of floatin’ lions
they foretold it and they said to bring the rap to check my stash
i could capture every actor, actin’ like they all some rappers
call me asher, let me catch him
search for goals like david beckham, i am beggin’ for acceptance
if you reckon that you reckless, i’ma take your sh*t
if you really wanna try me, you can take that risk
check your chances, you are chances, got suspended
same as chance did, i’m that odd [?], overstay my welcome
you can tell them, i ain’t one for trouble
but i’m bout to cause some ruckus
tight end in your speakers, you’d be foolish not to bump this
if you ain’t with the chronos, then you must be on some dumb sh*t
i’m bout to go to war, and you could meet me in the front, b*tch
[verse 5: brewski]
i be the phil jackson of coach*lla
handsome young fella
peter pan fly, don’t need no cinderella
if i have one, guarantee i sell it
’cause i’m all about a dollar
a rap scholar, a rap g*nius
einstein every time i rhyme
flow the minutes, news change, i drop dimes
kobe at that buzzer, b*tch, it’s overtime
talk a lot of sh*t, but they ain’t f*ckin’ with my grind
no, ’cause i’m that go*getter, f*ck a quitter
only doin’ hits, i’m a designated hitter
she say she want that pipe, so i fit her
i get more p*ssy than kitty litter
toy box full a, full of figures
and i ain’t talkin’ action, it’s money i be stackin’
one of hers, i’m taxin’
a bank account transaction, my campaign be laughin’
i’m rap gang phil jackson, it’s like
crack up, bro, crack up, bro
like bishop got that juice
f*ck you asking question four
cash is clean, ivy do
vest man, shot that base man
boss squad’s comin’ out that view
always stationed on some cases
and my party got a wait list
bet these thotties feelin’ special
like a cold one, feel amazing
got this asian, think she stayin’
dumped her ass straight on that pavement
got presidente potential
chico, their level
states go f*ckin’ your mental
number one, hey, use number two
pencil hung true, so come through
and i’ll hit soon, master kung fu jitsu
get it violent with you
before i break you down and split you
blowin’, they need no tissue
suck my d*ck, then kiss you
she don’t miss you, man, i bet you wish you
crack a f*ckin’ brew

[verse 6: brian fresco]
i bet i wish you could
crack a f*ckin’ brew, but i can’t
’cause i’m sippin’ on this ginger ale
’cause [?] had that hangover too
last night, uh, movie sh*t
got them b*tches on my movie d*ck
i’m famous now
got them comin’ through with dbm fits
like he aimless, how?
how the f*ck he come up on the stage
like his head ain’t h*lla sp*ced
and he ain’t f*cked up
and the b*tches all up in his face
but he still ask to give him sp*ce
uh, [?] still tryin’ to see the place
uh, in first place like that turtle [?]
you rabbit [?] fall down that rabbit hole
i be comin’ through like that same assh0l*
austin powers, gold member flow
gold up on my toes
got your b*tch like, l!ck it off
i got so many ways to show hoes
i got more flows, i got more dough
than that [?] up in that photo
i got, uh, old volvo
that i slide on your old b*tch
like, let’s smoke them
take them switches to my face
like my [?] lil’ thilo
in that motherf*ckin’ place to spray
them [?] who be [?]’ that sh*t
that they ain’t really gotta say
all up in my twitter mentions
like, d*mn, where he at
probably blowin’ on that haze
with my [?] sterl’s haze
got a pack of blue
blazed ass blunts
with that blueberry sl*t
with that cherry on top
i mean that
big cherry b*tt
uh, i don’t know though
i be comin’ off that top
the [?] can’t really fix they flow though
i be comin’ through
my feet big, you can’t fill my shoes
call me frodo
uh, i don’t know
you [?] nasty like dragons
call him komodo
uh, quasi sh*t
got the whole motherf*ckin’ city
up on my motherf*ckin’ back, b*tch
uh, uh

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