Lyrical Lemonade (Remix) ft. Lil Mike Lyrics

Woooo

Yeeeehhh

Woohooo

Yiwahhhh

Skew

Sweetly, sweetly-deeee

Sweeeheeee

Woo, yahhh

Woohoo

Wah-hiaaaaa

Yaaaaeeee

Woohili

Woohaaaa

Woohaaaa

I've been ran my block up (I've been ran my block up)

If you hear something bout me then that's gossip (Quit lying man)

If they wanna box then yeah that's proper (You don't wanna box me nigga)

I'm screaming oh let's do it like I'm Flocka (Oh let's do it!)

If you wanna go there got the sneezy (I got the sneezy)

We ain't gotta tussle let's make it easy (We ain't gotta tussle, we don't got to tussle)

Don't like to tussle, I got some young bulls

They'll put in that work, and they some young boys

From off of locust pack gone hocus pocus

Call me what you want but not black man that's atrocious

Lyrical lemonade, someone's limb in a

I said someone's limb in a

Space where it can't be traced I can't dictate

Look man

I can't refrain from sparking flames cause I'm so hellbent and well trained

I'm shooting at the cran-ium

Even in the dim his business hours going p.m

You work third shift but I shift to third and leave em

Cartwheel in the gold mines when I drop gems

Don't get involved you ain't balling in and out

M-I-K-E, you in ER O-R

What if I wanna spar like Javar

Is that up to par? Going bar to bar? Hope that ain't sounding bizarre

What if I was living large like Javar? First check spend it all on a challenger

Like my impact from 80 stories I'ma leave a mark on the chart

Break these niggas knee caps I'm on point and I guard Asgard

Cause I'm a God

I'm a bust to takes spots

I'm a bust to keep it locked

Okay let me wipe this gunpowder off this tripod

I'm coming to kill I'm coming to kill

You don't believe, now your body looking still

She, she swear up and down like somebody else can put it down

How's that sound? That's like anybody can pick up the mic and say they rap now

Lil Mike

I'ma

(Wait)

I'ma

(Wait)

I'ma

I'ma Israelite

In this fast lane moving slow like I poured up some Sprite

In this fast lane moving slower

She love when I beat it out the park

She call me Sosa

They love when I get it and bring it back

Call me Sosa

I seen better days I been on the corner like I'm selling lemonade

They keep saying it's a better way I say no way

My boy sitting here counting 6 that he got out the streets

(Ooouuu)

(Ah stretch it)

(Ah stretch it)

Look out on pocket watch and talk about ooouuu (Wahhhaaa!)

Business motherfucker it ain't you (Wahhhaaa!)

Might just paint the whip in cherry blue (Wahhhaaa!)

I feel like a GOAT I've done so much and plenty more

But I still got a long way to go I just might be rich by 44

I seen better days I been on the corner like I'm selling lemonade

I seen, I seen, I, I, I seen, I seen