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Elow The Great - Lemonade lyrics

Artist: Elow The Great

album: Red Line


I'm squeezing out the cash
Cause I'm dripping out the cup
Like lemonade
I'm too pricey when I square up with the cubes
Ice on my neck looking like a renegade
I don't need advise from book
I'm spitting out the mouth lyrically
I can disseminate
Strapped up from the toe down
I'm ready to eliminate
Cause after I'm done
You gonna need
You some Medicaid
Hey yo I ain't trying hate
It's ain't all that great grinding is it
I told you to stay off them skates
Wishing you had and upper hand
Now wouldn't that be great
You fuck with me
When I'm out of my conscious state
Outside when I contemplate
Brain storming ideas
From Out the air
You gonna watch me precipitate
No umbrella See me dripping
Four wheel sliding
Hand out the window with piece
You can see me gripping
Lights from the shots set fire to your upholstery
Aim that mother fucker out
Cause I got my mom tripping
Few shots at ya noodle
I'm switch up the tools when I quick draw
And I ain't talking about call 'n up toodles
I'm boo'd up like everyday
Hit raw like a sugar cane
Cause I keep it on lock
Flow so smooth
I sweeten that pussy up
Like crème brûlée
Treat 'em like Bilbo Baggins
They throwing the flag in
After I examine the gap in
I'm pulling racks in
From the slack end
When I'm making moves
I don't need to be tagged in
Don't need no Morse code
When I write
I'm already tapped in
I'm on the brink of awakeness
Like Neo in the matrix
I stayed jacked in
I can stretch my money long
I don't need to flex
To prove that your wrong
I don't back bend
Cause imma keep running on fumes
Til I'm high enough to cross the redline
Til the track ends
And I'mm keep picking them off
Snipe yo ass from the top
You'd think I was playing squid games
I'm way too fly for this shit
Fully equipped with a hollow tips
And hand grenades
When I jump out this bitch
Sometimes y'all think I'm plain
I'm like Goku when I drop the bombs
In the booth
Throw yo little bitch ass in the cell
I'm just Saiyan
I'm like Manny Pacquiao
With these quick hands
Get stuck like quick sand
If I catch fucking around with my money
Imma stretch like elastic
Pop back with some thick bands
Imma Leave a mother fucker upside down
Like a kick stand
Looking like the front cover on a beer ad
I can't stop polluting the air waves
Mother nature said I fucked it up too much
With my bare hands
I'm aim back like Steph Curry
When I shoot cause you know
I'm gonna make it in one shot when I aim for the loot
I think you lost your sense dawg you be tripping
Cause your too blind to the ears
I can heal your sole
Hit them with some holy water on them,
Afraid to get your feet wet
Cause you can't fill my shoes
I'm squeezing out the cash
Cause I'm dripping out the cup
Like lemonade
I'm too pricey when I square up with the cubes
Ice on my neck looking like a renegade
I don't need advise from book
I'm spitting out the mouth lyrically
I can disseminate
Strapped up from the toe down
I'm ready to eliminate
Cause after I'm done
You gonna need
You some Medicaid

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