Lemonade Lyrics

Lemonade, Lemonade

Kool-Aid in my coat

Yeah I got the juice for all the ones who wanna know

I'on ever make no time for any thotties, yeah the hoes

And don't ask me where I'm headed

For the top, and I won't fold

I got bitches on my line

All the different kinds, cool

Snitching is a crime

You get penalized too

Criticism's fine but you get hit for lying, ooh

And I don't miss my misses, why?

Cause you know I am mister smooth

Make em' ride for it, ride for it

Make em' gon' give me top for it, top for it

Have em' pop lock and drop for it, drop for it

And all the treeches on the side

Tell me how much they will lie, just to side for me

Lemonade, Lemonade

Kool-Aid in my coat

Yeah I got the juice for all the ones who wanna know

I'on ever make no time for any thotties, yeah the hoes

And don't ask me where I'm headed

For the top, and I won't fold

Now where my bad bitches, bad bitches?

All the smart ol' lil graduates, graduates

No make-up, wake up to catfishes, catfishes

All my pretty little savages

One's who's way above all the average

That's a fact, where ya'll at?

This for the one's who like to criticize, said I barely rap

Said I'm acting like I'm going pop, but I rarely act

Said my numbers going down the drain, yet you stare at that

Now the shorty's always

Ride for it, ride for it

Make em' gon' give me top for it, top for it

Have em' pop lock and drop for it, drop for it

And all the treeches on the side

Tell me how much they will lie just to side for me

Lemonade, Lemonade

Kool-Aid in my coat

Yeah I got the juice for all the ones who wanna know

I'on ever make no time for any thotties, yeah the hoes

And don't ask me where I'm headed

For the top, and I won't fold

Now they saying that I sing too much, I barely rap

When I spit I feel I sin too much, ain't having that

When I sing in my feelings too much, they laugh at that

So I'm gonna make amends to that

I won't sing, I'll rap, so let's bring it back

I know the realist of killers

They're big as some pillars

That's why all of my nigga's gorillas

My hitta's are winners

We never lose we finish the business

The villain's beginners

We cutting off their fingers with scissors

And trim em' with clippers

And figure out their addy and info

I'm cracking the window

And if he is, I'm glad that he's home

Cause I'm cracking his dome

And I swear to God the devil is near

And I'm sending this here

So ya'll could know that this is my year

I'm feeling I tiered, the feeling is clear

I got one shorty on my mind

A forty on my mind

And somewhat I am sorta feeling fine

And you're the reason why

I'm saying way before ya I was dying

Falling way behind

Was thinking bout' a alter in my mind

But faltering aside

Ain't tryna get no recognition

Ain't pessimistic

But ya'll words are not worth repetition

So I won't listen

Most my songs are based off reminiscing,

Old girls, I'm missing

And to put ya all in my position

So ya would get it

I got bitches on my line

All the different kinds, cool

Snitching is a crime

You get penalized too

Criticism's fine, but you get hit for lying, ooh

And I don't miss my misses, why?

Cause you know I am mister smooth

Make em' ride for it, ride for it

Make em' gon' give me top for it, top for it

Have em' pop lock and drop for it, drop for it

And all the treeches on the side

Tell me how much they will lie, just to side for me