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youngboixander - lemon meringue lyrics

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[chorus:youngboixander]
$3000 for one of my rings
yellow canaries look lemon meringue
bagguets in the rollie
cause i don’t do plain
you say that she yours
but she bitin my chain
(my chain)
you don’t really tote glocks
but you say you gang
yo brodies now dead
better watch what you claim
you wanna be me
but i can’t be attained
you think we alike
but b+tch we ain’t the same
(the same)

[refrain:youngboixander]
wow
you think that you him
you think that you got it
(you got it)
you copy my drip
b+tch i already bought it
(i bought it)
you tellin them lies
you ain’t got no ties
you ain’t really mobbin
(you ain’t really mobbin)
wow
you think that you him
you think that you got it
(you got it)
you copy my drip
b+tch i already bought it
(i bought it)
you tellin them lies
you ain’t got no ties
(fake ass b+tch)
you ain’t rеally mobbin

[verse 1:youngboixander]
it’s funny you think that you runnin this
cause i heard that you stay on that talkin sh+t
but my peoplе really on some mobbin sh+t
don’t act buddy buddy
dawg we opposites
we ain’t the same level
you ain’t toppin this
you ain’t really runnin wit the politics
i put tiffany blue on this nautilus
mm
this is givenchy pea coat
this ain’t for free ho
this cost what you would make off of a rico
b+tch i’m don corleone
b+tch i am vito
so many shots
my draco
doin free throws
so much money
this outfit cost a teacher
mix up the sprite in the cup
have you leanin
i threw out that verse
you ain’t gettin no features
slide wit my gang
we move like we the ‘binos
oh my godfather
i feel like luciano
so many shots
like we film for the theater
i’m known to be cold
but my bois keep a heater
on gah
wearin this mink
call up peta
on gah
you is so yesterday
beatles
on gah
i’m rockin guccis
for beaters
on gah
yo time has been up
like a meter
on gah
i ain’t takin sh+t bouta relapse
and this lil b+tch just told me to relax
so i pulled out a k from this book bag
i promise you that won’t get yo b+tch back
if i told my goons they ain’t finna miss that
if i got goons on road
they gon hit that
so it’s funny that you still gonna
kiss that
mm
open the coupe
and it’s b+tter
open the roof
i got gang
holdin cutters
up in the stu
got get bread for my mother
switch up on me
then we causin some trouble
drip when i walk
finna cause me a puddle
you know that it’s me
i ain’t doin sh+t suddle
i rock wit the cash
no wire
got a whole lotta bands in a duffle
had to start coughin
now i got robitussin
i’ll get price on yo head
i don’t tussle
look in my wallet
see baby blue hunnids
hop out the whip and you know
that i’m stunnin
flinch at yo b+tch
have yo lil brother runnin
i’ll get yo dawg shanked
outside in the public
you think that you fye
but when i come you buggin
my bois is all ready
ain’t none of them duckin
i just spent yo life at neiman
b+tch you lucky
i feel like capone
got my napkin all tucked in
rolls royce rolls royce rolls royce
cullinan
i’ll stretch you out for a couple bricks
and still go to saks and buy out all the vvs
you boys really my sons actin like you pbs
ask about my brodie
he in the car wit a pps
blacked out gat
my bro really hold the smith n wes’
walk out the house stay strapped wit the kevvy’ vest
mm

[chorus:youngboixander]
$3000 for one of my rings
yellow canaries look lemon meringue
bagguets in the rollie
cause i don’t do plain
you say that she yours
but she bitin my chain
(my chain)
you don’t really tote glocks
but you say you gang
yo brodies now dead
better watch what you claim
you wanna be me
but i can’t be attained
you think we alike
but b+tch we ain’t the same

[refrain:youngboixander]
wow
you think that you him
you think that you got it
(you got it)
you copy my drip
b+tch i already bought it
(i bought it)
you tellin them lies
you ain’t got no ties
you ain’t really mobbin
(you ain’t really mobbin)
wow
you think that you him
you think that you got it
(you got it)
you copy my drip
b+tch i already bought it
(i bought it)
you tellin them lies
you ain’t got no ties
(fake ass b+tch)
you ain’t really mobbin



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