Pink LEMONADE lyrics

(Intro : Gucci Mane)
My Phantom sitting on sixes, no twenties in my denim
Your Cutlass motor knocking because it is a lemon
I like them Georgia peaches but you look more like a lemon
These sour apple bitter b*tches I'm not f*cking with 'em
I'm truly stupid paid, that's just how I feel today
I'm moving slow cause codeine syrup's in my lemonade
I'm standing in the shade and I'm selling lemonade
Six hundred a pint, the going rate off in the A
Lemonade diamond bracelet, put it in your face
Lemonhead diamond earrings I wore yesterday
I'm pimping wearing lemon, that's just how I'm chilling
I'm smoking grits and selling chickens, Corvette painted lemons


(Verse 1)
Diamonds in my teeth, shining on these b*tches shade
Invite me over for dinner, watch me come 2 hours late
I didn’t wanna pull up, I was posted in the shade
Pink pepto bismol, after that food your momma made
I’m dressed in pastels bright like pink lemonade
Had my pink Fedora on oh, I swore my life is made
I needed something sweet he brought me gatorade
I threw in his face, he thought this was a game
I need some iced pink lemonade I should not have to wait
My squad brings the heat, no Dwyane Wade
I don’t wanna see no opps so I close up my pink drapes
They don’t get my swag, I’m in the A out from LA
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