Paroles de Lemons (Lemonade)

Paroles de Lemons (Lemonade) Par AKA

All ah all over the track
Uh, pardon me uh, as I comeback
All ah all over the track
Uh, pardon me uh, as I comeback
All ah all over the track
Uh, pardon me uh, as I comeback
All ah all over the track
Uh, pardon me uh, as I comeback

Eh, More life
Peng ting a sight for sore eyes
Dark days, friends were few, it’s alright
Turned that pain to fuel and survived
Oh oh, now I'm stronger
Backstage in the coupe like Lorcia
Spin moves in the paint like Jordan
Girlfriend on her bullshit that's Taurus
Star signs, pull up and shine at Nostra
Galaxy boy that's culture
I've been on top for a long time
Champion chips, Imma big corn bites
People say hip hop died that's nonsense
Thank God they showed they true colors
Switched up piano like vultures

All in my feelings, I can't conceal it
I take it all the way
I'm playing hard to get
This life is different, it's risky business
Lemons to lemonade, lemons to lemonade

Tracksuit Versace, pull out the set
Zip up the off white up to the neck
Turn up the AC it's hot in the sec
Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace
Tracksuit suit Versace, pull out the set
Zip up the off white up to the neck
Turn up the AC it's hot in the sec
Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace
Oh oh
Oh oh
Ooh baby
Oh oh
Tracksuit Versace, pull out the set
Zip up the off white up to the neck
Turn up the AC it's hot in the sec
Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace
Tracksuit suit Versace, pull out the set
Zip up the off white up to the neck
Turn up the AC it's hot in the sec
Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace

Keep up
Nice thing with the lips and the curves in my corner
A ten on my lap, Maradona
I'm giving her some class Cabernet Sauvignon her
When I made her gag I was going for her tonsils
When I met her dad, I told him I'm an apostle
Damn, that nigga is a fossil
Now everything is alright (everything is alright)
You see my new car right
I pulled up to the show and they was sleeping, the energy was weak
I gave them some morvite
Zaba zaba zaba zai zaba zai
Always out the country I'm guess I'm a Zai Zai
When they pull me over I'm black I might die
No SAPS, cool drink, hi five
SA, what a place to reside
Tides, Durban, the ever-great side
Living on the highway, pepper steak pies
But black don't crack so I bet I age fine
Got a little thing called ties
Rolled a little called dice
She roll her little things called eyes
Wrote a little thing called rhymes
Never told lies, you just couldn't see it with your own eyes

All in my feelings, I can't conceal it
I take it all the way
I'm playing hard to get
This life is different, its risky business
Lemons to lemonade, lemons to lemonade
Tracksuit Versace, pull out the set
Zip up the off white up to the neck
Turn up the AC it's hot in the sec
Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace
Tracksuit Versace, pull out the set
Zip up the off white up to the neck
Turn up the AC it's hot in the sec
Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace