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christ dillinger & wendigo - lemonade كلمات الأغنية

[intro _ christ dillinger]
unc complaining to me and i’m letting him vent
got my arm in the pot and i’m cooking up rent
i can’t argue with b_tches that’s doing the most
b_tch you texting my phone i turn into a ghost
im passing (?) two bands and the o
i ain’t beefing with n_ggas i’m not from the o
i’m truly stupid paid, that’s just how i feel today
i’m moving slow, i got purple percies in my lemonade
christ dillinger this is so based negative

[verse 1 _ tenkay]
based negative on that squad sh_t
bando bands r.i.p to that man with my man, looking like somthin’ from back to the future and not biff tan
got too d_mn high, if i come down, i don’t think i’ma stick this land
bad b_tch on my d_ck ’cause she know who i am, next day [i shot her a band me?] off the ‘gram
erry motherf_ckin’ day i feel like a goat, trapped in a world full of lambs
the .45 got my side bustin’ a n_gga ferragamos just to hold up my pants
pourin’ on all my designer makе up my attire, i can barely pr_nounce thе brand
i’m in club onyx picking stripper money off the floor and throwin’ the 1s in the can
b_tch throw them buns at my man, i could make you famous tonight you know who i am
get a yellow chain like lemonade, told johnny dang go exquisite by hand
bought a beach house out in maui, sippin’ on mai tai’s with my feet in the sand
high tide n_gga’s watching the sand, if i go broke put my hand back in the pan
[?] my lips around the human race and it can’t be studied by man
if i’m lying then i’m flying, n_gga god could put me down i wouldn’t give a d_mn
i put my trust in no n_gga like [?] they snaking that man
me and christ d hold a n_gga b_tch for ransom, he better follow demands
d_mn, walk in this b_tch like jesus christ, make a n_gga say amen
tenkay ain’t ever save no b_tch so why the f_ck would i save a man?
catch a n_gga out in traffic green tipped paint job we gunna spray your van
i’ma paint this sh_t like that boy gogh van, sh_t n_gga, i meant van gogh
lookin’ for me i’m probably in your hoe in the front seat of a new lambo
cough drop how she give me the throat
[shoot my ???] how she suckin’ the goat
run up on me you run off as a ghost
i don’ say much but i’m doin’ the most
spent 30 nights in the bando it was a dark trap i feel like loco los?
sp_ce ghost i go coast to coast
like marquise i get money rows
first time bustin off a pill, felt like joe swanson, that sh_t made me roll
my mamma had high expectations, wanted me to make the honour roll
i ain’t even know why, because i couldn’t even one class on my own
before i was tenkay, i was seeing my success in the future, raven symone
she ain’t really tryna hear that so i self isolated, please leave me alone
i pray to god my new b_tch don’t do me like my ex b_tch and leave me alone
im sosa b_tch, i’m in fendi and prada

- christ dillinger wendigo

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