LEMONHEAD Lyrics by Tyler, The Creator ft. 42 Dugg is latest English song with music also given by them. LEMONHEAD song lyrics are written by Tyler, The Creator.
LEMONHEAD Song Detail
Singer: Tyler, The Creator, 42 Dugg
Composer: Tyler, The Creator, 42 Dugg
Lyrics by: Tyler, The Creator
LEMONHEAD Lyrics
Y’all ni**as know what’s up
You say, you say pandemic? (yeah)
Oh, you wanna see a pandemic? (bunnyhop)
They should remove us from the game
I don’t lean
This shit really get crazy
I don’t lean
Gangsta grillz (yeah)
I don’t lean but my house do
Off the hill with the mean view (yeah)
Nice house, if you look out
You can see some eagles and a few yachts
Got a roommate, he won’t move out
If you want smoke, he the cool opp
And he drill shit, got the tool up
It’s the wolf gang, brooklyn zoo out (ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah)
Ni**a, wu-tang, you get chewed, akh
When we woo hot, this is flipmode
And they know your pu**y likе the douche opp
Bi**h, I’m cuckoo and his mouth wet (cuckoo, cuckoo)
Hе a pool now, used to stage dive, but they sue now
I was too hot, tlc waterfalls on my chest help me cool off (ah)
Got too many calls, shit’ll go cold (yeah)
They catchin’ dust, wantin’ to stall (yeah)
In love with lemonheads, lookin’ like ball
Keep your protect, I spent that on opp (spent that on opp, ni**a)
How much it cost? Shit, I don’t know (nah)
But I know that stage a million a show (true story)
Stuck in my ways, they say, “How so?”
First ni**a put a bike rack on the rolls, t (f**k with me)
A young turnt ni**a, I be f**kin’ these hoes
Twenty appearance, I get it, I go (I’m here)
Rich, tell the world, “Come see me out low”
I ain’t rockin’ with cuz, ni**a, free my bros (trez)
I ain’t got no safe and they see me shinin’ (bi**h, huh)
Still f**k, I’m grindin’ (lame)
Eighty for a gram, remind ’em (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Two-tone patek in this bi**h, goddammit (ayy, ho)
Ten bad hoes, ni**a, look at that bi**h (look at that)
Still sellin’ dope, I be cookin’ that shit (man, for real, dog shit)
My hoodie like six bands (look, dog shit)
Over a hunnid (yeah, yeah)
I’m from the bottom, bi**h, we get money
Might tip a good ho, but then she ain’t gettin’ nothin’
Car go skrrt, hold on (ha, pretty good, start it up)
Ni**a, you got lucky (skrrt)
All this paper, I can bet she f**k
I ain’t doin’ no talkin’, I ain’t doin’ no savin’ (no, no, no)
Took her from a lame, I get his bi**h back (here)
Know I ain’t crazy, ni**a still tote straps
Like, “Get on, bi**h, just spit on shit”
Man, oh my god, “Remember lil’—?”
Yeah, he got dropped (hold on), I’m gone (we gone)
Biatch
Call on me
(my bro is)
If you get lost
(runnin’ his finger around th-the ai weiwei, ai feifei bowl)
Call on me
(I got that shit sittin’ on my counter like a fruit bowl, that’s like a hundred racks)
If you get lost
(I like the color green, in every shade)
If you get lost
(I like life)
Call on me
(my, like, my life)
If you get lost
(don’t f**king bite, y’all ni**as love to steal)