Bussdown Lemonade Songtext
Bust down lemonade, it's comin' down the isle way
All my problems back at home, and bitch I'm headed out the way
Gone, gone, gone 6,000 fuckin' miles away
I can't even stress about no bitch, cuz man that's child's play
Bust down lemonade, it's comin' down the isle way
All my problems back at home, and bitch I'm headed out the way
Gone, gone, gone 6,000 fuckin' miles away
I can't even stress about no bitch, cuz man that's child's play
Got my tray table table down wit the icy lemonade
All my problems back at home, and bitch I'm headed out the way
Gone, gone, gone 6,000 fuckin' miles away
I can't even stress about no bitch, cuz man that's child's play
Bust down lemonade, it's comin' down the isle way
All my problems back at home, and bitch I'm headed out the way
Gone, gone, gone 6,000 fuckin' miles away
I can't even stress about no bitch, cuz man that's child's play
Got my tray table table down wit the icy lemonade
Put the pound in a box, fill it up with cellophane
Movies on my seat, 12 hours keep me entertained
Business class seats on that double decker plane
Two big pendants, call 'em double decker chains
I was down bad, now I'm seeing better days
Spent my teenage years up in that cell, it's hella lame
Don't limit the potential bitch, I'm tryna break the bank
You don't know the things I know cuz you ain't round no bosses
You don't know the wins I take but I know you take losses
Diamonds on my wrist, I'm drippin' like the hood faucet
We the ones who left your house covered up in caution
Bust down lemonade, it's comin' down the isle way
All my problems back at home, and bitch I'm headed out the way
Gone, gone, gone 6,000 fuckin' miles away
I can't even stress about no bitch, cuz man that's child's play
Bust down lemonade, it's comin' down the isle way
All my problems back at home, and bitch I'm headed out the way
Gone, gone, gone 6,000 fuckin' miles away
I can't even stress about no bitch, cuz man that's child's play
I'm getting guala, not ricotta, still cheese but more parmesana, and my roof is terracotta
I got Prada on my collar but I smell just like a Rasta
No patience I'm not a doctor
Fuck a sponsor independent, I'm ballin' just like I'm Giannis
I just flew to Philadelphia, watched Simmons put up like 30
I don't want these basic bitches, to me they look kinda dirty
Bitch I'm always smokin' loud, you probably smelled me fore you heard me
And the bitch ain't playin' round, yeah suck it up like she Kirby
Bust down lemonade, it's comin' down the isle way
All my problems back at home, and bitch I'm headed out the way
Gone, gone, gone 6,000 fuckin' miles away
I can't even stress about no bitch, cuz man that's child's play
Bust down lemonade, it's comin' down the isle way
All my problems back at home, and bitch I'm headed out the way
Gone, gone, gone 6,000 fuckin' miles away
I can't even stress about no bitch, cuz man that's child's play
Movies on my seat, 12 hours keep me entertained
Business class seats on that double decker plane
Two big pendants, call 'em double decker chains
I was down bad, now I'm seeing better days
Spent my teenage years up in that cell, it's hella lame
Don't limit the potential bitch, I'm tryna break the bank
You don't know the things I know cuz you ain't round no bosses
You don't know the wins I take but I know you take losses
Diamonds on my wrist, I'm drippin' like the hood faucet
We the ones who left your house covered up in caution
Bust down lemonade, it's comin' down the isle way
All my problems back at home, and bitch I'm headed out the way
Gone, gone, gone 6,000 fuckin' miles away
I can't even stress about no bitch, cuz man that's child's play
Bust down lemonade, it's comin' down the isle way
All my problems back at home, and bitch I'm headed out the way
Gone, gone, gone 6,000 fuckin' miles away
I can't even stress about no bitch, cuz man that's child's play
I'm getting guala, not ricotta, still cheese but more parmesana, and my roof is terracotta
I got Prada on my collar but I smell just like a Rasta
No patience I'm not a doctor
Fuck a sponsor independent, I'm ballin' just like I'm Giannis
I just flew to Philadelphia, watched Simmons put up like 30
I don't want these basic bitches, to me they look kinda dirty
Bitch I'm always smokin' loud, you probably smelled me fore you heard me
And the bitch ain't playin' round, yeah suck it up like she Kirby
Bust down lemonade, it's comin' down the isle way
All my problems back at home, and bitch I'm headed out the way
Gone, gone, gone 6,000 fuckin' miles away
I can't even stress about no bitch, cuz man that's child's play
Bust down lemonade, it's comin' down the isle way
All my problems back at home, and bitch I'm headed out the way
Gone, gone, gone 6,000 fuckin' miles away
I can't even stress about no bitch, cuz man that's child's play
