Sour Lemons Lyrics

If I said you had a fat ass girl,

Would you hold it against me

Roses are red, lemons are sour

Open your legs and give me an hour

Count down from 10, Before you orgasm

Make your whole body Shake into a spasm

Face is all red, are you embarrassed

Show her my cock and now she's attracted

Now I know not to show her my baggage

Saddling up to ride on my stallion

Surprising her when it's really a dragon

Take her off into the sky I'm Aladdin

No magic carpet doing a laggin

Breaking it off with my kid for a cat in

Snake in her box

Her bigoted dad is

Standing across swinging and batting

Getting real mad she calling me daddy.

Dint in the bed from where we've been smashing

You can be sour your rose is elastic

Cannot compare mundane to fantastic

Hop in the whip I'll surrender my damage

Show her the the truth she over dramatic

Doing a stint all up in her mansion

She missed my dick but now it's imagined

Knowing that she can never have it back in

Blowing my phone up adds to my status

Proving to me that I'm moving up gradual

True to belief that nothing will happen

Add to my tea these sugarless packets

Spewing up green and I'm feeling natural

Scooner in me then I'm losing my traction

Move to my keys she she grabbing my flaccid

Scooting right over she moving and dashing

Gliding into her beautiful passage

Glued to her face my tongue is a magnet

Attracting opposite poles and I'm gasping

Wanting to know if her friend is a classic

Time I get busy bending her backwards

Pause on the beat Cause a distraction ask real polite

Can we get active your not my type

But I think we can happen

Grabbing tugging yanking

I've been cooking up some graded,

I've been looking for the basics

Then I mistook happiness for greatness,

Lacing all the pills they're taking

Pushing off for taxless payslips,

Showing off the cash we're making,

Vacant when I kill, forsaken ancients

I'm a sour lemon merchant

You can be sour your rose is elastic

Cannot compare mundane to fantastic

Hop in the whip I'll surrender my damage

Show her the the truth she over dramatic

Over dramatic she's showing off passion

Cleaning me out collateral damage

Throwing up signs were paddling backwards

Niche is to spit while acting spastic aztec

When I'm on the pattern

Flatten every beat I'm cracking

racking up the tally massive,

She's been on a phalic rod

I've been making stacks I'm on

She been taking all the squad

I try make a classic song

But fuck it up by saying pog