lemonyello - russell brand lyrics
[verse 1: lemonyello]
my girl just left me, i’m out on the town
i’m chuggin’ light beer ’til i fall on the ground
get back up, pack up
leave my f+cking city just to put it on the map, yep
stack up all this f+cking bread that i’m tryna make
i can’t f+ck with them ’cause i know they fake
i don’t rock designer, i ain’t wearing bape
y’all glorify material
i’m still eating cereal
and bumping imperial
y’all lyrical miracle
lemon always talking sh+t
to let you know i’m not a b+tch
i might have to flip the switch
and get your stupid asses ripped
metalcore drip, like there’s blood in the pit
know i could end your life with the verses i spit
real sh+t
tongue tip roll these words of my lips
yeah, that’s l!ckity split
watch me bury the rich
yuh
look poor as f+ck when i slide in the van
but the whole crowd clap for me
like i’m russell brand
[verse 2: dead sect]
b+tch, i’m too lit
rollin’ with all the ones you noticing
my clique won’t switch
where them boys you running with?
cold north kid
with the oven on 11
i been whippin’, whippin’, whippin’, whippin’
whippin’ up that medicine
penning only that dope sh+t
fiends will wanna try and smoke this
spent a minute comatose
i was sleeping on your bullsh+t
what the f+ck you wanna say to me?
y’all were freezing ‘fore i brought the heat
had to turn it up a few degrees
yeah, get the money ’til i r.i.p
i’m not with the same sh+t
y’all wanna play with
dropping the ball
when y’all were the favorites
hand me the keys
i’m driving away without the roof
and my name in your playlist
in these bars like cages, yuh
riding on that cadence, yuh
all in, like i’m vegas
i’m over being underrated
little b+tch
come and f+ck with this
you ain’t running sh+t, yeah
pull up on the kid
and you gonna need a stitch, yeah
never stepping in balenciagas
i got dirty vans
whole crowd clap for me like i’m russell brand
sick!
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