Lemonhead Lyrics

[Intro: Tyler, the Creator & DJ Drama]
Y'all niggas 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)

[Verse 1: Tyler The Creator & DJ Drama]
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
Nigga, Wu-Tang, you get chewed, Akh
When we woo hot, this is Flipmode
And they know your p*ssy likе the douche opp
Bitch, I'm cool, cool and his mouth wet
Hе a punan', 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, wanting to stall (Yeah)
In love with lemonheads, lookin' like ball
Keep your protect, I spent that on opp (Spent that on opp, nigga)
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 nigga put a bike rack on the rolls, T

[Verse 2: 42 Dugg & DJ Drama]
A young turnt nigga, I be f*ckin' 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, nigga, free my bros (Trez)
I ain't got no safe and they see me shinin' (Bitch, huh)
Still f*ck, I'm grindin' (Lame)
Eighty for a gram, we [?] (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Two-tone Patek in this bitch, goddammit (Ho)
Ten bad hoes, nigga, look at that bitch (Look at that)
Still sellin' dope, I be cookin' that shit (Man, for real talk, shit)
My hoodie like six bands (Bruh, dog shit)
Over a hunnid (Yeah, yeah)
I'm from the bottom, bitch, 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)
Nigga, you got lucky (Skrrt)
All this paper, I can bet she f*ck
I ain't doin' no talkin', I ain't doin' no savin' (No, no, no)
Took her from a lame, I get his bitch back (Here)
Know I ain't crazy, nigga still tote straps
Like, "Get on, bitch, just spit on shit"
Man, oh my God, "Remember lil'—?"
Yeah, he got dropped (Hold on), I'm gone (We gone)
Biatch

[Outro: Tyler, The Creator & Frank Ocean]
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*cking bite, y'all niggas love to steal)

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