Lemonade ft. Rex Threat Lyrics

I might spark the flame, yeah, post it with the gang

She might scream my name, yeah, that bitch go insane

Yeah, that jewelry all gold, just like lemonade

I'ma blow her back out, you can call me Bane

I'ma blow her back out, no, I feel like Bane

When I pull the mag out, he gon' feel the pain

And you know she tap out, she gon' scream my name

When I pull the flag out, we gon' win the game

Yeah, bitch, yeah, yeah, I might just pop my shit

Eatin' Taco Bells with the fuckin' grits

Better send yourself, or I'll run your shit

Yeah, my niggas straight from hell, they be bloods' Crips

They be bloods' n Crips, I might just go get my ricks

Fuckin' on your bitch, I'm not tryna have no kids

Do it for the thrill, yeah, your bitch, she give me chills

Ballin' on the hills, I ain't gotta pay no bills

I might spark the flame, yeah, post it with the gang

She might scream my name, yeah, that bitch go insane

Yeah, that jewelry all gold, just like lemonade

I'ma blow her back out, you can call me Bane

I'ma blow her back out, no, I feel like Bane

When I pull the mag out, he gon' feel the pain

And you know she tap out, she gon' scream my name

When I pull the flag out, we gon' win the game

I got that pressure, my baby do not test her

She send me letters, and now I gotta get her

Some, Margelia, I'm with that bitch forever

My bitch is nasty, your bitch, yeah, she vanilla

I might spark the flame, yeah, post it with the gang

She might scream my name, yeah, that bitch go insane

Yeah, that jewelry all gold, just like lemonade

I'ma blow her back out, you can call me Bane