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yak gotti - lemonade lyrics

[intro: yak gotti]
can’t turn down ’cause we lit
got pointers on both my of my wrists
got a hundred k in jewelry
n+gga, you can’t tell me sh+t
yeah, my slime bought me all of this
and i ain’t cappin’ ’bout sh+t
my bank account that’s a cool quarter
(run that back, turbo)
your b+tch on my d+ck on the toilet

[chorus: yak gotti & lil duke]
took on sun valley gon’ say how i did
now i’m in cali gettin’ geeked off the wave
used to trap on the trap, now i trap on the lyrics
they got coronas, the slime gon’ carry it
roll down the window, you runnin’ like ricky
i rode a private jet, don’t need a ticket
run through them racks and i handle my business
she not my kind, i’ll be gone in a minute
i done got rich, i can’t hit on no [?]
i ran it up, came a long way from pennies
ysl, slimе, and i’m ridin’ with the realest
i madе a cool quarter mil’ off a sentence
pushin’ that weight, this is no la fitness
i rock elliot diamonds, this sh+t not no gimmick
[verse 1: yak gotti]
[?] so i call her simply lemonade
ysl, n+gga, we gettin’ paid
50 cent [?] money, yeah [?]
duke and strippers party, got hoes in the pent
throw ones in the ceiling, babe
back to back turbo, i’m ridin’ with turbo in the ‘vette
in the back, that got the engine, babe
can’t turn down ’cause we lit
got pointers on both my of my wrists
got a hundred k in jewelry
n+gga, you can’t tell me sh+t
yeah, my slime bought me all of this
and i ain’t cappin’ ’bout sh+t
my bank account that’s a cool quarter
your b+tch on my d+ck on the toilet
i’m fresh and i’m not feelin’ [?]
our .223s treat you like a joint
[?] for the punch
my neck and my ears cost a ton
it’s yak gotti, that’s a lil runt
with [?] she smokin’ on runtz
baby ‘gon suck the d+ck and [?]
then [?] slime [?]

[chorus: yak gotti & lil duke]
took on sun valley gon’ say how i did
now i’m in cali gettin’ geeked off the wave
used to trap on the trap, now i trap on the lyrics
they got coronas, the slime gon’ carry it
roll down the window, you runnin’ like ricky
i rode a private jet, don’t need a ticket
run through them racks and i handle my business
she not my kind, i’ll be gone in a minute
i done got rich, i can’t hit on no [?]
i ran it up, came a long way from pennies
ysl, slime, and i’m ridin’ with the realest
i made a cool quarter mil’ off a sentence
pushin’ that weight, this is no la fitness
i rock elliot diamonds, this sh+t not no gimmick
[verse 2: lil duke]
i gotta make the decision
poppin’ these percocets, she got me trippin’
rockin’ that christian ’cause that’s my religion
can’t answer my phone, i got too many b+tches
then get the money, i’m chasin’ the ticket
too many thotties, they geekin’ off [?]
[?] the fame, they knowin’ my name
i don’t catch feelings, but i’m catching planes
he think i’m average, but we not the same
i came from the mud, look how far i done came
been through it all, i done felt all the pain
real from the start and that’s why i can’t change
i’m in that new machine, look like a creature
they gotta pay me if they want a feature
i’m a real boss, i can’t hang with no leeches
n+ggas start hatin’, they got left in the bleachers

- yak gotti lyrics

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