
Lemonade Yung Lean (Ft. Baba Stiltz)
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[Hook: Baba Stiltz]
I can buy you lemonade, buy you drugs
I can buy you lemonade, buy you
I can, I can
I can buy you lemonade, buy you drugs
I can buy you lemonade, buy you drugs
I can buy you lemonade, buy you drugs
I can buy you lemonade, buy you
[Verse: Yung Lean]
Coke up in the swisher
Switching lanes like switching bitches
It’s just, it’s just where my stitches
Turn into the neatest riches
Hand around the shoulder, I see neon kisses
I'm balling, balling, dunk and throw
'Til my hand starts twitching, twitching
Y'all think I'm so weird
I ain't really human, I'm really weird
Couldn't give less fucks 'bout my career
Posted in a spaceship, showing no fear
No one heard about Lean a month ago, ago
I was in my bedroom making music, yo
I make no sense, make nonsense
Should've played in the face of the window from my Benz
Stunting all you haters, I jumped over the fence
Jumped over the chase, jumped up on top of her
With my AK-47 in the face
Take you back to heaven, it's a race
Counting stacks, smoking daze
Bey Bey-blades to count up my pace
I can buy you lemonade, buy you drugs
I can buy you lemonade, buy you
I can, I can
I can buy you lemonade, buy you drugs
I can buy you lemonade, buy you drugs
I can buy you lemonade, buy you drugs
I can buy you lemonade, buy you
[Verse: Yung Lean]
Coke up in the swisher
Switching lanes like switching bitches
It’s just, it’s just where my stitches
Turn into the neatest riches
Hand around the shoulder, I see neon kisses
I'm balling, balling, dunk and throw
'Til my hand starts twitching, twitching
Y'all think I'm so weird
I ain't really human, I'm really weird
Couldn't give less fucks 'bout my career
Posted in a spaceship, showing no fear
No one heard about Lean a month ago, ago
I was in my bedroom making music, yo
I make no sense, make nonsense
Should've played in the face of the window from my Benz
Stunting all you haters, I jumped over the fence
Jumped over the chase, jumped up on top of her
With my AK-47 in the face
Take you back to heaven, it's a race
Counting stacks, smoking daze
Bey Bey-blades to count up my pace
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