[Intro: James Deen & Hailey Page ]
I’m so glad that our lemon tree finally grew
Me too
It sprouted fruitful lemony-lemons
I truly do love our lemon tree
I wish I was a lemon
You wish you were a lemon? If you were a lemon, I would put you on my shelf and cherish you like I cherish all I own
Like, I only hope that the whores aren’t stealing our lemons, you know, those naughty whores always steal lemons-
Hey, has it been about ten seconds since we looked at our lemon tree?
Hey! Hey what the f*ck?!
Keep the change you filthy animal
[Verse: Bobby Burns/Nasty Mastermind]
Pull up on a motherf*ckin’ gat
Pull up on a motherf*ckin’ rat
Feel like gettin motherf*ckin’ mad when a deep cut on a (???) when a house ‘stroyed, yeah!
Kill a motherf*ckin’ b*tch!
Don’t be f*ckin’ with my sh*t!
Empty motherf*ckin’ clip!
Motherf*cker that is it!
End they motherf*ckin’ life
Seein’ red
Party in the afterlife
Kill ‘em dead
Nothin’ but the f*ckin’ knife
Spit the lead
Have you met the f*ckin’ wife, Mr. Head
Give her like this, they’re like woah
You cannot answer the phone
Sue her but missin’ backbone
Moanin’ and groanin’ while prone
How a motherf*ckin’ b*tch feel when I pull up with the gat?
Put a f*ckin’ hole in your head
Once you tie her up, put that hoe in the shed
Woo! Woo! Get spread!
Those legs, those legs, spread ‘em!
Make the pus*y pop, you can see the thong through the denim!
Get the motherf*ckin’ pus*y poppin’ like you're Mary Poppin' [?]
Sittin’ on my couch, over glass, while you're third class [?] pass, that I read into
Stompin’ round in circles, lookin’ kinda purple, f*ckin’ start to gurgle like a seven turtle gerbil [?], [?]
Cruisin’ the street tryna run with the Glock
Put your motherf*ckin’ hands up in the sky!
You shift the rates for the gun we’re like nah!
Got your b*tch rap for your lap she like squaa!
Should I let her go? (huh)
Or should I just sit here?
In the f*ckin’ bag hoe
b*tch I [?]