Lemons (Lemonade)

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Ah, ah, all over the track
 Uh, pardon me, uh, as I comeback
 All over, all over the track
 Uh, pardon me, uh, as I comeback
 Ah, ah, all over the track
 Uh, pardon me, uh, as I comeback
 Ooh, ah, ah, all over the track
 Me, uh, as I comeback
 Ayy, more life
 Peng ting, a sight for sore eyes
 Dark days, friends were few, it's alright
 Turned that pain to fuel and survived
 Ooh, ooh, now I'm stronger
 Backstage in the coupe like Lorcia
 Spin moves in the paint like Jordan
 Girlfriend on her bullshit, that's Taurus
 Star signs, pull up and shine at Nostra
 GALXBOY, that's culture
 I've been on top for a long time
 Champion chips, I'm a big corn bites
 People say hip hop died, that's nonsense
 Thank God they showed they true colours
 Switched up piano like vultures
 All in my feelings, I can't conceal it
 I take it all the way
 I'm playing hard to get
 This life is different, it's risky business
 Lemons to lemonade, lemons to lemonade
 Tracksuit Versace, pull out the set
 Zip up the Off-White up to the neck
 Turn up the AC, it's hot in the sec
 Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace
 Tracksuit suit Versace, pull out the set
 Zip up the Off-White up to the neck
 Turn up the AC, it's hot in the sec
 Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace
 Ooh, ooh
 Ooh, ooh
 Ooh, baby
 Ooh, ooh
 Tracksuit Versace, pull out the set
 Zip up the Off-White up to the neck
 Turn up the AC, it's hot in the sec
 Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace
 Tracksuit suit Versace, pull out the set
 Zip up the Off-White up to the neck
 Turn up the AC, it's hot in the sec
 Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace
 Keep a-
 Nice ting with the lips and the curves in my corner
 A ten on my lap, Maradona
 I'm giving her some class Cabernet Sauvignon her
 When I made her gag I was going for her tonsils
 When I met her dad, I told him I'm an apostle
 Damn, that nigga is a fossil
 Now everything is alright (everything is alright)
 You see my new car right?
 I pulled up to the show and they was sleeping, the energy was weak
 I gave them some Morvite
 Zaba Zaba Zaba Zai Zaba Zai
 Always out the country I'm guess I'm a Zai Zai
 When they pull me over I'm black I might die
 No SAPS, cool drink, hi five
 SA, what a place to reside
 Tides, Durban, the ever-great side
 Living on the highway, pepper steak pies
 But black don't crack so I bet I age fine
 Got a little thing called ties
 Rolled a little called dice
 She roll her little things called eyes
 Wrote a little thing called rhymes
 Never told lies, you just couldn't see it with your own eyes
 All in my feelings, I can't conceal it
 I take it all the way
 I'm playing hard to get
 This life is different, it's risky business
 Lemons to lemonade, lemons to lemonade
 Tracksuit Versace, pull out the set
 Zip up the Off-White up to the neck
 Turn up the AC, it's hot in the sec
 Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace
 Tracksuit suit Versace, pull out the set
 Zip up the Off-White up to the neck
 Turn up the AC, it's hot in the sec
 Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace, ooh
 

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Duration
04:19
Tempo
98 BPM

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