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LEMONADE Video (MV)




Performed By: Jaziah
Language: English
Length: 1:47
Written by: JaZiah Jackson




Jaziah - LEMONADE Lyrics
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They keep askin' me where the album at and I just, I been tellin' y'all like this art
Shit take time, like, I'm in the f*ckin' lab every day, all I gotta tell you is, it's on
The way, baby
I wasn't even gon', I wasn't even gon' use this beat shit like this, I had some other shit planned
Brodie came in with a brand-new chop, with a 4-0 on him
My chain too heavy, my grillz keep hitting, and my car too fast
Bitch nigga too mad cause he can't come get me
The f*ck is a opp
The f*ck is a loss
We leave him face down, call that nigga Whitney
Man I'm really gangster, and tis be the season
We pull up on him and slide down the chimney
Bro got the Drac
Man I got the chop
Den he got the Taurus
I got the FN
And this a V12 this ain't no V6
And we got the tint, you cannot see in
Man I hit her once, and she running back
I stay on the east I hit it again
Yellow Baguettes, look like lemonade
They screaming JaZ you did it again
Them niggas is hoes
When the f*ck I ain't step
Man it's mud on my toes
Man I'm really him
Vince Carter my gas, it's mud in my cup
This ain't lemonade, I'm breaking the rim
I'm moving like Bron, I'm hooping like Tim
I feel like Lavine I jump out the gym
I'm shooting the 40 I'm taking a limb
Man I been a reaper, I'm feeling too grim
Lets make a movie I treat her like Kim
Wit a widebody scat, I swear dis bitch trim
I'm a shark in the ocean, and these niggas shrimp
I air out the choppa, give that boy a limp
This ain't lemonade my nigga this Wok
This ain't lemonade my nigga this rocks
Feel like Roddy Rich put him in a box
Two things that I trust
Tokyo and this Glock
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English

They keep askin' me where the album at and I just, I been tellin' y'all like this art
Shit take time, like, I'm in the f*ckin' lab every day, all I gotta tell you is, it's on
The way, baby
I wasn't even gon', I wasn't even gon' use this beat shit like this, I had some other shit planned
Brodie came in with a brand-new chop, with a 4-0 on him
My chain too heavy, my grillz keep hitting, and my car too fast
Bitch nigga too mad cause he can't come get me
The f*ck is a opp
The f*ck is a loss
We leave him face down, call that nigga Whitney
Man I'm really gangster, and tis be the season
We pull up on him and slide down the chimney
Bro got the Drac
Man I got the chop
Den he got the Taurus
I got the FN
And this a V12 this ain't no V6
And we got the tint, you cannot see in
Man I hit her once, and she running back
I stay on the east I hit it again
Yellow Baguettes, look like lemonade
They screaming JaZ you did it again
Them niggas is hoes
When the f*ck I ain't step
Man it's mud on my toes
Man I'm really him
Vince Carter my gas, it's mud in my cup
This ain't lemonade, I'm breaking the rim
I'm moving like Bron, I'm hooping like Tim
I feel like Lavine I jump out the gym
I'm shooting the 40 I'm taking a limb
Man I been a reaper, I'm feeling too grim
Lets make a movie I treat her like Kim
Wit a widebody scat, I swear dis bitch trim
I'm a shark in the ocean, and these niggas shrimp
I air out the choppa, give that boy a limp
This ain't lemonade my nigga this Wok
This ain't lemonade my nigga this rocks
Feel like Roddy Rich put him in a box
Two things that I trust
Tokyo and this Glock
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Writer: JaZiah Jackson
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