Lemon Pepper lyrics

[Intro: JT]
Extra lemon pepper on my wings, ho
I ain't got no rap for b*tches or no sing, ho
I ain't got no rap for b*tches
I ain't got no rap for b*tches

[Pre-Chorus: JT]
Got it all on tonight, b*tch, I'm showin' out (Yeah)
Filthy-ass b*tch, keep my name out your mouth (Dirty ho)
I'm the pretty one and you just look okay
Ask him for a bag and his reply is always, "Okay"
b*tches play they part just to suck the same di*k as me
He tell a white lie, I make that n*gga cop another key
I was bad as f*ck in school and, b*tch, I'm still bad (I'm still bad)
JT a convicted felon and I'm still on they ass
These Rick Owens, boo, these ain't prison pants (Prison pants)
If the bag big enough, he get a second chance
Smokin' on some sh*t smell like a b*tch floppin' down
Used to be the sh*t, look at that b*tch floppin' now

[Chorus: JT]
Extra lemon pepper on my wings, ho
I ain't got no rap for b*tches or no sing, ho
I'm in a relationship, lookin' real single
Big titties slippin' out, yeah, it's givin' freak ho, ow
[Verse 1: JT]
Pink and purple new diamonds, got my wrist frostbit (Ice)
He ate my pus*y on the yacht, now a b*tch seasick (Water)
JT tear the club up just like I'm Three 6
Like a block of that rerock, he gon' wanna remix
I'ma shake my donk, Valentino pumps
I'm the one buddy love, my ass fat, Professor Klumps
On my Queen Bey sh*t, he in love and he drunk
I'm a Dade County b*tch, I shoot dice and play tonk

[Pre-Chorus: JT]
Got it all on tonight, b*tch, I'm showin' out
Filthy-ass b*tch, keep my name out your mouth
I'm the pretty one and you just look okay
Ask him for a bag and his reply is always, "Okay"
b*tches play they part just to suck the same di*k as me
He tell a white lie, I make that n*gga cop another key
I was bad as f*ck in school and, b*tch, I'm still bad
JT a convicted felon and I'm still on they ass

[Chorus: JT & Stunna Girl]
Extra lemon pepper on my wings, ho
I ain't got no rap for b*tches or no sing, ho
I'm in a relationship, lookin' real single (What?)
Big titties slippin' out, yeah, it's givin' freak ho (Yeah), ow (Heh)
[Verse 2: Stunna Girl]
Barely got your first Chanel, your coochie really trash (Ew)
Like, b*tch, you dog-sh*t ugly, that's why you eatin' n*ggas' ass (Ass eater)
Hah, I'm in Givenchy boots (Heh), calf skin on my calves (Heh) (Ow)
My n*gga keep complainin', like, "b*tch, cover up that ass"
I can't help it, though, hood b*tch, order me a number four (Order up)
Smackin' Popeyes on a PJ, then I poured another (Poured up)
Exotic pop, twenties, double-D titties, I stash his Glock (Yeah)
Dusty b*tches tryna funk with me, can't even afford a chop (Hah)
Got folded in your clothes while you was in 'em, then you called the cops
You from whatever n*gga you f*ckin' at the time block (On Blood)
Baddest b*tch throwin' up B's (Whoop), this Bottega eight G's (Veneta)
I'm pretty in real life, hah, like I'm JT (Big Stunna)

[Pre-Chorus: JT]
Got it all on tonight, b*tch, I'm showin' out
Filthy-ass b*tch, keep my name out your mouth
I'm the pretty one and you just look okay
Ask him for a bag and his reply is always, "Okay"
b*tches play they part just to suck the same di*k as me
He tell a white lie, I make that n*gga cop another key
I was bad as f*ck in school and, b*tch, I'm still bad
JT a convicted felon and I'm still on they ass

[Chorus: JT]
Extra lemon pepper on my wings, ho
I ain't got no rap for b*tches or no sing, ho
I'm in a relationship, lookin' real single
Big titties slippin' out, yeah, it's givin' freak ho, ow