Testo Lemons - AKA feat. Nasty C
Testo della canzone Lemons (AKA feat. Nasty C), tratta dall'album Lemons (Lemonade)
Ah, ah, all over the track
Uh, pardon me, uh, as I comeback
All over, all over the track
Uh, pardon me, uh, as I comeback
Ah, ah, all over the track
Uh, pardon me, uh, as I comeback
Ooh, ah, ah, all over the track
Me, uh, as I comeback
Ayy, more life
Peng ting, a sight for sore eyes
Dark days, friends were few, it's alright
Turned that pain to fuel and survived
Ooh, ooh, now I'm stronger
Backstage in the coupe like Lorcia
Spin moves in the paint like Jordan
Girlfriend on her bullshit, that's Taurus
Star signs, pull up and shine at Nostra
GALXBOY, that's culture
I've been on top for a long time
Champion chips, I'm a big corn bites
People say hip hop died, that's nonsense
Thank God they showed they true colours
Switched up piano like vultures
All in my feelings, I can't conceal it
I take it all the way
I'm playing hard to get
This life is different, it's risky business
Lemons to lemonade, lemons to lemonade
Tracksuit Versace, pull out the set
Zip up the Off-White up to the neck
Turn up the AC, it's hot in the sec
Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace
Tracksuit suit Versace, pull out the set
Zip up the Off-White up to the neck
Turn up the AC, it's hot in the sec
Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, baby
Ooh, ooh
Tracksuit Versace, pull out the set
Zip up the Off-White up to the neck
Turn up the AC, it's hot in the sec
Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace
Tracksuit suit Versace, pull out the set
Zip up the Off-White up to the neck
Turn up the AC, it's hot in the sec
Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace
Keep a-
Nice ting with the lips and the curves in my corner
A ten on my lap, Maradona
I'm giving her some class Cabernet Sauvignon her
When I made her gag I was going for her tonsils
When I met her dad, I told him I'm an apostle
Damn, that nigga is a fossil
Now everything is alright (everything is alright)
You see my new car right?
I pulled up to the show and they was sleeping, the energy was weak
I gave them some Morvite
Zaba Zaba Zaba Zai Zaba Zai
Always out the country I'm guess I'm a Zai Zai
When they pull me over I'm black I might die
No SAPS, cool drink, hi five
SA, what a place to reside
Tides, Durban, the ever-great side
Living on the highway, pepper steak pies
But black don't crack so I bet I age fine
Got a little thing called ties
Rolled a little called dice
She roll her little things called eyes
Wrote a little thing called rhymes
Never told lies, you just couldn't see it with your own eyes
All in my feelings, I can't conceal it
I take it all the way
I'm playing hard to get
This life is different, it's risky business
Lemons to lemonade, lemons to lemonade
Tracksuit Versace, pull out the set
Zip up the Off-White up to the neck
Turn up the AC, it's hot in the sec
Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace
Tracksuit suit Versace, pull out the set
Zip up the Off-White up to the neck
Turn up the AC, it's hot in the sec
Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace, ooh
Credits
Writer(s): Kiernan Jarryd Forbes, Fundile Dlamini, Oriah Tshepo Phahlane, Buntu Nqoloba, Tshepo Moloi, Phelela Gcwelumusa Ziphakeme Mathonsi, David Junior Ngcobo Nsikayesizwe, Christer Mofenyi Koebedi
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