Lemonade Lyrics

Dmc

Bpm

Wwe

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

Tmi, whoa, whoa, whoa

Drink that Tea, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Mtb

Nigga I'm sipping that Yoncé

This that dirty lemonade

Doctor had to check my dna

Aye

I'm just tryna ball like nba

But I'm tryna hit shawty like mlb

She gimme that head like gpa

Aye

These niggas gone run like dmc

Nigga ain't got no bpm

Nigga I don't do no wwe

Capeesh

I just fuck her friend that's tmi

She told me she ain't tryna drink that tea

Niggas gone learn we mtb

My wifey is gorgeous

My ego enormous

I step by myself, this a solo performance

Long Live to Butta, my nigga he soaring

I will not be regular

That shit is boring

I cannot be average, my life style is sporty

It's cheaper to keep her, but I can afford her

I love you, I spoil ya, I really adore ya

But baby girl, I really cannot Dior ya

I take this shit personal, don't need no rehearsals

Be running to Georgia, like my name is Herschel

Walker, I tell ya, I'm like Texas Ranger

I'm kickin' this sauce, yeah, I might just Liu Kang ya

We building this shit up we calling it Jenga

We put up this money like clothes on a hanger

Boy Meets World and I need a Topenga

But I love my sistas so I'm not complaining

She gone do it slow mo

Got her in a chokehold

She can't even tap

Shawty had to grab the top rope

It's always fuck twelve

Just don't get caught though

Free 'em out the cell

Free all my opps too

Buy you Dior?

Baby I ain't Pop Smoke

Lira Galore

Damn, that's a beach body

Already scored

Ain't no need to catch the same body

Ya already know we got the shotty

Nigga I'm sipping that Yoncé

This that dirty lemonade

Doctor had to check my dna

Aye

I'm just tryna ball like nba

But I'm tryna hit shawty like mlb

She gimme that head like gpa

Aye

These niggas gone run like dmc

Nigga ain't got no bpm

Nigga I don't do no wwe

Capeesh

I just fuck her friend that's tmi

She told me she ain't tryna drink that tea

Niggas gone learn we mtb