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Fiend

"Lemon Squeeze"

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Lemon squeez, ridin through the street with no lemon
She goin park and get on the bus, that's her decision
Money tall, nothing midget
Pay me a visit, I pay tuitions on a trip
All the b*tches in my periferal, that’s my decision
You don't understand me, pay attention
I got these b*tches with me, I feel like I'm pimpin
I’m bangin red from the ground up, I'm drippin
My diamonds so wet, like the Pasific
Yeah, I tell you pus*y n*ggas, be spesific

[Verse 1: Fiend]
Lemon squeez, you don't step to me, n*gga please
You ain't a hood n*gga unless you spendin cheese
Won't bless you if you sneeze
I'm cooler than a winter breez
No tricks up my sleeves
I be with them Gs
Ridin with that yapa
No love for a copper
Lookin for a head doctor
Banana clip, supersized
Point it at that hoe n*gga you idolise
Orange juice, a nice slice
Bout to cut your wife, I ain't nothin nice
Never hit it twice
I just put it in the light
I go for that head like lice

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Lemon squeez, ridin through the street with no lemon
She goin park and get on the bus, that's her decision
Money tall, nothing midget
Pay me a visit, I pay tuitions on a trip
All the b*tches in my periferal, that’s my decision
You don’t understand me, pay attention
I got these b*tches with me, I feel like I'm pimpin
I’m bangin red from the ground up, I'm drippin
My diamonds so wet, like the Pasific
Yeah, I tell you pus*y n*ggas, be spesific

[Verse 2: Fi Chief]
I be runnin and gunnin, and don't give a f*ck who you're muggin
That 30, that’s what I'm clutchin
Your print, I ain't touch it
No more f*ckin and rubbin
That stupid b*tch you be lovin
That ain't nothin, we gettin blunted
If you wanna smoke somethin, so I took her in beaters, she wanna suck on my peter
So I let her and skeet her, my neck still was believer
Man, you know how I treat her, cause I be doggin 'm all
Call that b*tch a receiver, cause she be catchin my ball
You ain't gotta believe me, you can ask all my dogs
Man, that b*tch was no keeper, I kicked her straight out my door
She was takin it off, and I was all in her jaw
No, I was all in her grill, so you can call me Paul Wall

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Lemon squeez, ridin through the street with no lemon
She goin park and get on the bus, that's her decision
Money tall, nothing midget
Pay me a visit, I pay tuitions on a trip
All the b*tches in my periferal, that's my decision
You don't understand me, pay attention
I got these b*tches with me, I feel like I'm pimpin
I'm bangin red from the ground up, I'm drippin
My diamonds so wet, like the Pasific
Yeah, I tell you pus*y n*ggas, be spesific

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