Lemonade (feat. Nick Carter Green)

C-A-R-T-E-R, bih I'm on a Gucci song

Why the fuck y'all send this to me?

I'm 'bout to do Gucci wrong

I'm cuffin' on 2 lemon broads

**** you should go and get you some

'Cause once she bring that coochie here

She will not bring that coochie home

I get pussy when I want it

Like women locked up in my closet

Between her legs is like my bank and I don't withdraw, I deposit

Let me project this like Marcy

I'm underground send a fuckin' dossier

Don't like the way I play these women

Then I advise yo ass to pause it, hoe

Better canvas I'm the artist hoe, ridin' in a Murciélago

Lookin' cleaner than a bar of soap

Wonderin' how fast this car will go

There is no speed limit, when ya ridin' with the president

She at my crib, my resident, I see the cake, where present is

Believe if I am sexin' chick

I'm numbin' all her ligaments

You thinkin' this was band class the way she blow my instrument

I won't quit, I won't break, I only accelerate

Squeezin' on her lemon ass like I'm trynna make lemonade, bih

Lemon on the train with the V cuts

Lemon on the train with the V cuts

Lemonade and shade with my feet up

Lemonade and shade with my feet up

Lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup

Lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup

Lemons in they face put ya freeze up

Lemons in they face put ya freeze up