LEMONADE (Explicit) 歌詞
LEMONADE (Explicit) - Vince Staples/Ty Dolla $ign
Lyrics by:LeKen Taylor/Tyrone Griffin/Joseph Luis Ramirez III/Vincent Staples/Yori Smith
Composed by:LeKen Taylor/Tyrone Griffin/Joseph Luis Ramirez III/Vincent Staples/Yori Smith
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 money talk broke n***as talk louder
Yeah
That's why they face so sour
Yeah
Ain't s**t sweet ask Sugar Free
Ask Sugar Free
Still bust a n***a 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 n***a 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 n***a think I'm slippin' then he gettin' wings
XD four O with the lemon squeeze
Bang
H*es 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 n***as wanna hurt me
Tell me why
How another n***a 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 n***as 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
Ice cold lemonade
Feelin' like feelin' like
Ice cold lemonade yeah
Summertime in the shade
Ice cold lemonade
Feelin' like feelin' like