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Drop a 4 Lyrical lemonade Let Fonem out at yo crib They running out like Minute Maid Smoke exotic gas likes it from outside the USA Track runners 900 These ain’t shit but throw away The bitch steady talkin’ bout her bills I told her go away My homies moving weight They only worried about the DEA And my neck be wetter Than a bitch that’s tryna fuck today My niggas shoot they ass off They could’ve joined the NBA One call and they sliding We throw more bullets than Madden Bitches think that they conniving They try something they might die today VV up my teeth Exotic hoe my passenger seat 2,3 car notes on my feet I’m off that wok right now but Wide awake And my truck fast like the horse that never lost a race Don’t get up out your lane SongtexteRoc a make that Choppa Marvin Gaye Run up in yo shit , go thru yo shit ,We like the TSA Fuck a nigga hating on me free smoke PSA I Pull up on forgis from the floor they 24 away Niggas tryna catch up with the boy I’m 20 floors away Only 6 left in the 30, we gave 24 away Walking out of Neimans I ain’t do the Gucci store today Drop a 4 Lyrical lemonade Let Fonem out at yo crib They running out like Minute Maid Smoke exotic gas likes it from outside the USA Track runners 900 These ain’t shit but throw away The bitch steady talkin’ bout her bills I told her go away My homies moving weight They only worried about the DEA And my neck be wetter Than a bitch that’s tryna fuck today My niggas shoot they ass off They could’ve joined the NBA Im A Product of the trenches You stay there, that’s yo decision aye Love to handle business Get you gone with my permission aye We both was is in school But I was in in-school suspension aye Always up in that Cause I was ditching my detention days Fuck her then her homie It was unintended by the way Roc came wit a 50 Cause He don’t like limits when he spray She don’t come to crib Because it Ain’t her business where I lay I can’t trust these women They a tell a nigga where you stay I can make a call Niggas pulling up like andale! I ain’t tryna brawl Once you say it’s up it’s bombs away Heard that nigga hating I ain’t heard of him that’s kinda gay Google pandemonium Ill make today Kinda day Drop a 4 Lyrical lemonade Let Fonem out at yo crib They running out like Minute Maid Smoke exotic gas likes it from outside the USA Track runners 900 These ain’t shit but throw away The bitch steady talkin’ bout her bills I told her go away My homies moving weight They only worried about the DEA And my neck be wetter Than a bitch that’s tryna fuck today My niggas shoot they ass off They could’ve joined the NBA Aus Songtexte Mania