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gnar & germ - codeine lemonade lyrics

[chorus: gnar]
stars up in my roof, icy lemonade
sh-t, all these n-ggas lame, they just want some fame
sh-t, i’m like, “f-ck the fame, i just want some chains”
huh, i’m like, “f-ck the fame,” i’m like, “f-ck the fame”
uh, stars up in my roof, icy lemonade
sh-t, all these n-ggas lame, they just want some fame
sh-t, i’m like, “f-ck the fame, i just want some chains”
huh, i’m like, “f-ck the fame,” i’m like, “f-ck the fame” (sh-t)

[verse 1: gnar]
codeine in my lemonade, brand new chopper, let it bang
she just wanna f-ck the gang, gang
ain’t ’bout no money, miss me with it
n-ggas act like silly b-tches
came in your city drippin’, woah
matte black glocky with extensions, i don’t do the tension, uh
lil gnar laying down the law like a politician, uh (gnar)
got some guap and then i blew the sh-t, all at neiman’s, uh
chest froze, brand new chain got my heart anemic, uh
my lil’ b-tch conceited, uh, you can’t even see her, uh
and the ar make a n-gga sit, colosseum, uh
lil’ boy, pipe down ’cause you is so irrelevant
all my diamonds h-lla p-ssy, yeah, they on some r. kelly sh-t
she didn’t f-ck with me because she heard i was scandaling
n-gga want some f-cking pressure, he gon’ see where hammer is

[bridge: gnar]
f-ck the fame, f-ck the fame, i just want the guap, uh
she gon’ twerk on the d-ck like she from the block, uh
f-ck the fame, f-ck the fame, i just want the guap, uh
she gon’ twerk on the d-ck like she from the block (from the block)

[chorus: gnar & germ]
stars up in my roof, icy lemonade
sh-t, all these n-ggas lame, they just want some fame
sh-t, i’m like, “f-ck the fame, i just want some chains” (yuh, yuh)
huh, i’m like, “f-ck the fame,” i’m like, “f-ck the fame” (bad sh-t)

[verse 2: germ]
lipton lemonade my fist, icy pinky, p-ssy waterfalls
big amigo drip, double up, poured or smokin’ up
b-tch, these gelato blunts
coroner ride with the gang ’cause we havin’ a lot of guns
pullin’ up, shootin’ you for fun
wocky in the audi, moving fast, i’m at the money
better feel me, bet your -ss gon’ smell me, stinkin’ up the party
stick on me, no need for army, n-ggas out here losing it
moving units, do that sh-t (that sh-t)

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