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Lemonade (feat. Breadwin Deville)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Lemonade (feat. Breadwin Deville) wurde am 10. Juli 2020 von Duetti als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtJoyridin
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Veröffentlichungsdatum10. Juli 2020
LabelDuetti
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM139

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hard Target
Hard Target
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Fleming
Ryan Fleming
Composer

Songtexte

I don't get the hell I hate, you should rejoice and celebrate
Hating or just spitting facts, the difference you can't separate
Bitch, I'm on one air day, the fuck I look like second place?
Run around in circles for nothing, I got a check to chase
I've been cruisin' down the interstate, rollin' like a renegade
People tell us, slow it down, we gas it up, accelerate
Dreams that get your money, wake up to an empty dinner plate
Blowin' on that sour wine, sippin' on this lemonade
On this lemonade, on this lemonade
(On this lemonade)
While I'm sippin' on this lemonade
On this lemonade, on this lemonade
(On this lemonade)
While I'm sippin' on this lemonade
They say I'm slowin' down too soon to tell
That truck kick up, that roof to tell
Hatin' cause I'm movin' well
I am the bang, I shoot to kill
Country rap is corny
All this gimmick shit we used to sell
Rap for rap, get on the track, I turn this bitch to URL
Cruisin' down the interstate, say my name, you been afraid
Sweet as that some lemonade, been gettin' this since second grade
That choppa say she down to fuck, consensually I let it bang
The game wrapped around my finger just like a wedding ring
And we ain't had to get engaged
My bitch ain't even Saturday
Some people fake as shit, they actin' different when they in your face
So fuck em, I'ma set em straight
You hungry? let me check your plate
380 bang, you David Blaine, you'll levitate
I've been cruisin' down the interstate, rollin' like a renegade
People tell us, slow it down, we gas it up, accelerate
Dreams that get your money, wake up to an empty dinner plate
Blowin' on that sour wine, sippin' on this lemonade
On this lemonade, on this lemonade
(On this lemonade)
While I'm sippin' on this lemonade
On this lemonade, on this lemonade
(On this lemonade)
While I'm sippin' on this lemonade
They point and stare and watch me, probably want a carbon copy
But it's awfully hard to mock me, I'm too cocky, fuck it, stop me
Speak too blunt, I don't mean pot leaf
But if it's smoke, I'm blowin' broccoli
You been takin' from this side for far too long
It's time we pop him, I mean, I mean really
Drop him 40 plus with dental options, but he's playin' Billy
Badass like he's active, he ain't poppin'
He's just cappin', he's just rappin'
Mr. Big talk bout that action, tell them monsters, get, get at em
We can take it to the mattress if it's really what they're wantin'
With no warnin', we can swarm and
I've been waitin' for the moment
To knock em down like George Foreman, I insist that we persist
Not even pitch, just wanna show em all the fans you're lyin' to
Need to know your real motive
I've been cruisin' down the interstate, rollin' like a renegade
People tell us, slow it down, we gas it up, accelerate
Dreams that get your money, wake up to an empty dinner plate
Blowin' on that sour wine, sippin' on this lemonade
On this lemonade, on this lemonade
(On this lemonade)
While I'm sippin' on this lemonade
On this lemonade, on this lemonade
(On this lemonade)
While I'm sippin' on this lemonade
I don't give a hell I hate, you should rejoice and celebrate
Hating or just spitting facts, the difference you can't separate
Bitch, I'm on one air day, the fuck I look like second place
I run around in circles for nothing, I got a check to chase
Written by: Ryan Fleming
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