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fiend - lemon squeeze lyrics

[chorus: young thug]
lemon squeez, ridin through the street with no lemon
she goin park and get on the bus, that’s her decision
money tall, nothing midget
pay me a visit, i pay tuitions on a trip
all the b-tches in my periferal, that’s my decision
you don’t understand me, pay attention
i got these b-tches with me, i feel like i’m pimpin
i’m bangin red from the ground up, i’m drippin
my diamonds so wet, like the pasific
yeah, i tell you p-ssy n-gg-s, be spesific

[verse 1: fiend]
lemon squeez, you don’t step to me, n-gg- please
you ain’t a hood n-gg- unless you spendin cheese
won’t bless you if you sneeze
i’m cooler than a winter breez
no tricks up my sleeves
i be with them gs
ridin with that yapa
no love for a copper
lookin for a head doctor
banana clip, supersized
point it at that hoe n-gg- you idolise
orange juice, a nice slice
bout to cut your wife, i ain’t nothin nice
never hit it twice
i just put it in the light
i go for that head like lice

[verse 2: fi chief]
i be runnin and gunnin, and don’t give a f-ck who you’re muggin
that 30, that’s what i’m clutchin
your print, i ain’t touch it
no more f-ckin and rubbin
that stupid b-tch you be lovin
that ain’t nothin, we gettin blunted
if you wanna smoke somethin, so i took her in beaters, she wanna suck on my peter
so i let her and skeet her, my neck still was believer
man, you know how i treat her, cause i be d-gg-n ‘m all
call that b-tch a receiver, cause she be catchin my ball
you ain’t gotta believe me, you can ask all my dogs
man, that b-tch was no keeper, i kicked her straight out my door
she was takin it off, and i was all in her jaw
no, i was all in her grill, so you can call me paul wall

- fiend lyrics

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