Lyrics Lemonade - Shadow

Lemonade

I pour this drink up in my cup and then we sippin'
Rock up to your party, hit the food and then we dippin'
I will never tell, even if I’m caught slippin'
Trappin' out hotels 'cause my girlfriend always trippin'
Like homie, you should listen
Words from a wise guy
They will always fail to reach the top, but when I try
Out here in the streets, got connections like it’s wifi
Everybody hatin' on the kids up in the limelight
Like brother, get your rhymes right
I do it proper
Loose lip, sink ships, never talk to coppers
Circle stay small, still get it with my brothers
Never will I fall 'cause of size, that’s on mothers
Was trappin', gettin' hunnids, turn it into thousands
No high-vis', music payin', now I’m loungin'
Say you got the drip, go compare that to a fountain
Come to your show, shut it down and then we bouncin'
Homie, this is O-D from the O-Z, no ounces
Crops get chopped, still stinkin' out houses
My old mate got the menu, so we browsin'
Don’t talk, keep your mouth shut when I’m countin'
Uh
You see them hatin' on my grind, but I’m still gettin' paid
My teachers told me, «Pick it up», I need some better grades
The match was getting great from all the grams I ever weighed
When life gives you lemons, I was told to make some lemonade
You see them hatin' on my grind, but I’m still gettin' paid
My teachers told me, «Pick it up», I need some better grades
The match was getting great from all the grams I ever weighed
When life gives you lemons, I was told to make some lemonade
Trap rap, with these fat stacks in my backpack
Everybody dealin' but they do it for the Snapchat
I run the ball, you need a cricket mitt to catch that
I’m tryna find my way, like a Navman
Yes, I’m on a journey
Out to find the MILFs in they 30s
Never liked 'em young 'cause old Ds keep her dirty breasts perky
Feel her then she saying, «Don't hurt me»
But them big girls don’t cry like Fergie
'Cause cuzzie, it’s the takeover
The whole gang up in the Range Rover
Bass hangin' out the window with a flamethrower
We on the rise, but it’s hard for me to stay sober
I love my missus but the Mary always stay closer
Like hold up, l-let me hit that
If it ain’t the Cali, you can go and have your shit back
Dinner with the plug, 'cause he happy how we flip packs
Girls in the club keep mistakin' me for Nic Nat
Yeah, yeah, the West Coast Eagles
Yeah, I play for them
Yeah, ruckman
You know, big black guy?
Feel my dreads, swear to God
Nic Nat
Ah, shit
You see them hatin' on my grind, but I’m still gettin' paid
My teachers told me, «Pick it up», I need some better grades
The match was getting great from all the grams I ever weighed
When life gives you lemons, I was told to make some lemonade
You see them hatin' on my grind, but I’m still gettin' paid
My teachers told me, «Pick it up», I need some better grades
The match was getting great from all the grams I ever weighed
When life gives you lemons, I was told to make some lemonade
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