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Lemonade Freestyle

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Lemonade Freestyle

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Roll down the window in the Chevy and I listen to the critics but they really wasn't saying shit

Buddy, I'm a gutter motherfucker from an Alabama creek, you don't know who you're playin' with

They talk so much that I bet one of these pebbles under me get laryngitis

The wave is so contagious, so who gave it? Apparently I did

Put fish in the back of my boat, I'm a fisherman, I'ma reel 'em in, mackerel

I'ma give 'em ten minutes, then put 'em back in the water there, just to see 'em all float

And kinda like mixtapes in the back of my trunk, buddy, yeah, I got 'em all sold

In Alabama with an arm and hammer, swimmin' in propaganda, I got 'em all, whoa

Promenade, country boy, get out of my way, gallon of sweet tea, a packet of lemonade

Smackin' a faggot, I crack a bat on the pen and page, no homo, anyway

Any stage, rip it any way, the independent way, look, have you seen his Js?

Footwork, send 'em in a rage, feelin' like a millionaire on minimum wage

Don't need a Mercedes to take your girl, my Chevy is sick, Earl

I love to play with my mullet, while she sip syrup

Hold up, Alabama funk make you lose your teeth like a Mountain Dew soda

Some saltines wanna live in the box, but guess what, I'm the cracker who showed up

And we could take it to Dakota, small towns, we can take it over

Yeah, ten million rocks, bet it up, we can make it a boulder

A shadow's hangin' over your shoulders, and we about to roll that over

And when the bitch come flyin' down the hill, you better burn wheels like somebody told ya

Keys, goin' to grab 'em, Shits Creek, don't leave the paddle

Get a poncho for the rain of battles, go Tonto, go get the saddle

'Cause I been on my travels since Adam bit the apple

Feelin' like I got the biggest dick in the world and I can't even fit a Magnum

(Lemon!) My mama smokin' weed like a chim-i-ney, call her Ma Marley

Like (Yeah mon!), yeah we got trees and a couple kegs if you wanna party

Right (Here mon!), pop a trunk, Papa Doc, we know you don't give a fuck

You don't (Fear none), hardest man alive

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