"Supa Dupa Lemonade Freestyle" lyrics
D-Town west side. Yeah. I said it west side
But they yelling Big so much, you would thought it's bedstie
You are now fucking with the newest nigga best out
Gon' and roll that weed nigga (Why) 'cause I'm stressed out
L.B checked out. Bad bitch chest out (them titties)
No wonder why misses right just keeps on getting left out
Oh well that's everything I'm not concerning (fuck it)
I'm on the top floor getting brains. Higher learning
Getting higher earnings and my desires yearning
Running through that paper (What) like my attorney
100 blunts rolled. You can smell the fire burning
I'm in the fast lane. You can smell my tires burning
Exercise. Flex on guys. Model chick
Sex on thighs, I might let Alexis drive
Jesus chain, testify, I over accessorize
Test her out and she gon' need a stretcher when I stretch her out
When it's time to speak man all of ya'll listen. When you up in the party
Man why is all the broads missing. And I just drop lines
Like a nigga going fishing
Man and I be on them posters like a nigga gon' missing
And I spit that retarded shit. Just call it autism
And I'm so Hollywood that I might make yo bitch audition
For me. Cut-Cut. Look I'm a dick her down. You gon'
Pick her up
Yup
And I'm unusual as shit, I am super bad yo girl pro'ly
Doodling my dick. And it's a couple screws up in my head that
Could use a fucking wrench, and I'm just looking at the game like they can use
A fucking bench, (bitch) and my name all up in the rafters. She gon'
Make me cum, but I bet that money come faster. Kanye first
Then I'm coming after, and Louis Vuitton shoes hoe
Dawns and the jaspers. Who, her, I ran through her walls
Made her scream and disappear. But hell naw my name is not "Casper"
Boy, what the fuck these rappers sound like. Ha just a whole bunch of my sound bites
First whip Garbo. Second whip Largo. Don't
Worry 'bout my niggas they're good. Marshall
Bank account got me feeling well. Fargo
Balling 'til I get a millicicc, Darco
I just give 'em line after line, after line, after line, after line, bar codes
They looking for my work, Narco, 'cause I just blackout in the booth
Charcoal. Me, Don, C, Tone and 54 bitches. The seeds finna blow
I bet they finna blow nigga, 2 pounds of weed don't act like you don't nigga
I put that green up like mistletoe nigga
Yeah
I do it
D-Town, G.O.O.D. Music Nigga
But they yelling Big so much, you would thought it's bedstie
You are now fucking with the newest nigga best out
Gon' and roll that weed nigga (Why) 'cause I'm stressed out
L.B checked out. Bad bitch chest out (them titties)
No wonder why misses right just keeps on getting left out
Oh well that's everything I'm not concerning (fuck it)
I'm on the top floor getting brains. Higher learning
Getting higher earnings and my desires yearning
Running through that paper (What) like my attorney
100 blunts rolled. You can smell the fire burning
I'm in the fast lane. You can smell my tires burning
Exercise. Flex on guys. Model chick
Sex on thighs, I might let Alexis drive
Jesus chain, testify, I over accessorize
Test her out and she gon' need a stretcher when I stretch her out
When it's time to speak man all of ya'll listen. When you up in the party
Man why is all the broads missing. And I just drop lines
Like a nigga going fishing
Man and I be on them posters like a nigga gon' missing
And I spit that retarded shit. Just call it autism
And I'm so Hollywood that I might make yo bitch audition
For me. Cut-Cut. Look I'm a dick her down. You gon'
Pick her up
Yup
And I'm unusual as shit, I am super bad yo girl pro'ly
Doodling my dick. And it's a couple screws up in my head that
Could use a fucking wrench, and I'm just looking at the game like they can use
A fucking bench, (bitch) and my name all up in the rafters. She gon'
Make me cum, but I bet that money come faster. Kanye first
Then I'm coming after, and Louis Vuitton shoes hoe
Dawns and the jaspers. Who, her, I ran through her walls
Made her scream and disappear. But hell naw my name is not "Casper"
Boy, what the fuck these rappers sound like. Ha just a whole bunch of my sound bites
First whip Garbo. Second whip Largo. Don't
Worry 'bout my niggas they're good. Marshall
Bank account got me feeling well. Fargo
Balling 'til I get a millicicc, Darco
I just give 'em line after line, after line, after line, after line, bar codes
They looking for my work, Narco, 'cause I just blackout in the booth
Charcoal. Me, Don, C, Tone and 54 bitches. The seeds finna blow
I bet they finna blow nigga, 2 pounds of weed don't act like you don't nigga
I put that green up like mistletoe nigga
Yeah
I do it
D-Town, G.O.O.D. Music Nigga
Thanks to mj thomas, Dylan for correcting these lyrics.
