Testo LEMONADE - Vince Staples feat. Ty Dolla $ign
Testo della canzone LEMONADE (Vince Staples feat. Ty Dolla $ign), tratta dall'album RAMONA PARK BROKE MY HEART
Feelin' like ice cold lemonade (lemonade)
Nowhere to go when we in the shade (in the shade)
Nowhere to go when we in a cage
Sometimes life tastes bittersweet
Feelin' like ice cold lemonade (lemonade)
Nowhere to go when we in the shade (in the shade)
Nowhere to go when we in a cage
Sometimes life tastes bittersweet
Yeah, money talk, broke niggas talk louder (yeah)
That's why they face so sour (yeah)
Ain't shit sweet, ask Suga Free (ask Suga Free)
Still bust a nigga head, that's the hood in me (hey)
From the ghetto, by the beach, bullets in a breeze (from the hood)
I got million-dollar dreams, I got nigga needs (I'm the hood)
Baby, from around the way, say she feelin' me (yeah)
Wanna get with me, make a memory
Think she's tryna set me up
She send a late night text sayin', "Let's meet up" (yeah, I don't know)
No way, I heard you kick it with the enemies (no way)
And if a nigga think I'm slippin' then he gettin' wings
XD. 40 with the lemon squeeze (bang)
Hold 17, clutch it, I'ma air the scene
Sweet dreams (yeah), trippin' on everything (on the hood)
Really with it, so you better be, ayy (yeah)
Feelin' like ice cold lemonade (lemonade)
Nowhere to go when we in the shade (in the shade)
Nowhere to go when we in a cage
Sometimes life tastes bittersweet
Feelin' like ice cold lemonade (lemonade)
Nowhere to go when we in the shade (in the shade)
Nowhere to go when we in a cage
Sometimes life tastes bittersweet
(Ayy, tell 'em where you from)
I come from where everybody thirsty (thirsty)
Got some money, now these niggas wanna hurt me (tell me why?)
How another nigga gettin' to it get you mad? (Ayy, get a bag)
You should go and get some cash 'fore I get you crashed
Really livin' fast, die young by the gun
We don't wanna know your name
Tell us where you're from (hey, tell me where you from?)
I done ran it up a M, but it's not enough (yeah, homie)
Used to kick it in they hood 'til we shot it up (yeah, homie)
Ayy, it's no friends in the gangland (no friends)
Started with a skateboard and a spray can
Pull up on they main block, goin' Rain Man (bah)
Money talks, Crips walk, niggas ain't playin'
Heavy steppin' if I wanna get to Heaven
I'ma have to hit the gate, did too many 211's
Tryna break that bank like ScHoolboy said
Won't stop 'til the whole hood fed on my granny grave (yeah, yeah)
Feelin' like ice cold lemonade (lemonade)
Nowhere to go when we in the shade (in the shade)
Nowhere to go when we in a cage
Sometimes life tastes bittersweet
Feelin' like ice cold lemonade (lemonade)
Nowhere to go when we in the shade (in the shade)
Nowhere to go when we in a cage
Sometimes life tastes bittersweet (yeah)
Ice cold, baby, ice cold
They think I'm pimpin', baby
Summertime in the LB
Oh, what a feelin', baby
Bittersweet, yeah, ooh-ooh, oh-oh, oh, oh
(Ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
Summertime in the shade (lemonade)
Ice cold lemonade
Summertime in the shade
Feelin' like, feelin' like
Ice cold lemonade, yeah
Summertime in the shade
Ice cold lemonade
Feelin' like, feelin' like
Credits
Writer(s): Vincent Staples, Tyrone William Griffin, Yori Smith, Leken Taylor, Joseph Luis Iii Ramirez
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