"Lemonade" lyrics

"Lemonade"

She's reminding me of lemonade the times you need a drink
My favourite colour doesn't matter 'cause on her it's baby pink
For I swear down how you dress the way you think
Type of girl where you don't even wanna blink (or you'll miss it)
Type of batty so amazing all my bredrins looking down on me
The type of girl my group chat doesn't boy me they're just proud of me
Her outfit got me picturing the way I'll make it bounce on me
The type of skirt that make me want a son
Type of batty so amazing all my bredrins looking down on me
The type of girl my group chat doesn't boy me they're just proud of me
Her outfit got me picturing the way I'll make it bounce on me
The type of skirt that make me want a son and you can cancel me

I don't care
I ain't tryna be a prick, but if I don't stare
I'ma miss the lover of my life that I don't know, yeah
You can be my mrs on the side but when I've blown, yeah
Something 'bout your figure help my stress
I don't care
I ain't tryna be a prick, but if I don't stare
I'ma miss the lover of my life that I don't know, yeah
You can be my mrs on the side but when I've blown, yeah
Something 'bout your figure help my stress

Yeah, what colour your thong today?
Red, andale andale
Uh, I wanna take you on holiday
White shirt, covered in bolognese
All of the people can say what they wanna say
Take you to Dallas like Matthew McConaughey
Run away, staying as long as you tolerate
All of the shit I be doing to operate
So fly, Saturday night and we're both high
Imagining shit in my head I could never forget till I'm belling the coke guy
I never think of the old time, oh my
I never knew that he sold five
Feel like a kid back in 09
I pray I don't go blind

She's reminding me of lemonade the times you need a drink
My favourite colour doesn't matter 'cause on her it's baby pink
For I swear down how you dress the way you think
Type of girl where you don't even wanna blink (or you'll miss it)
Type of batty so amazing all my bredrins looking down on me
The type of girl my group chat doesn't boy me they're just proud of me
Her outfit got me picturing the way I'll make it bounce on me
The type of skirt that make me want a son and you can cancel me

I don't care, yeah
She look amazing from the side
But even better when she mine
So I'ma tell her like the time
Something 'bout your figure help my stress, yeah
She look amazing from the side
But even better when she mine
So I'ma tell her like the time
Something 'bout your figure help my stress

She's reminding me of lemonade the times you need a drink
My favourite colour doesn't matter 'cause on her it's baby pink
For I swear down how you dress the way you think
Type of girl where you don't even wanna blink (or you'll miss it)
Type of batty so amazing all my bredrins looking down on me
The type of girl my group chat doesn't boy me they're just proud of me
Her outfit got me picturing the way I'll make it bounce on me
The type of skirt that make me want a son and you can cancel me
I don't care


Writer(s): James Michael Alfred Songer
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