Internet Money, Anuel AA & Gunna – Lemonade (feat. Don Toliver & NAV) [Latin Remix] Lyrics

Internet Money, Anuel AA & Gunna – Lemonade (feat. Don Toliver & NAV) [Latin Remix] Lyrics
Lemonade [Latin Remix]
Internet Money, Anuel AA & Gunna (feat. Don Toliver & NAV)
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    "Lemonade [Latin Remix]." - Internet Money, Anuel AA & Gunna (feat. Don Toliver & NAV)

    Album: Lemonade (feat. Don Toliver & NAV) [Latin Remix] - Single
    Track No: 01
    Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag
    College girls give a **** head in my Rafs
    Rockstar life, so much money I'll make you laugh, hey
    These bitches, they hate and you can't miss what you never had
    Hey, hey
    Off the juice (Juice), Codeine got me trippin' (Juice)
    Copped the coupe (Coupe), woke up, roof is missing (Yeah, yeah)
    Ice (Ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin' (Anuel)
    Ice (Ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'
    Cuatro, cinco Perco,' en la mano agua Fiji
    El phillie en los dedos, en la muñeca el Richard Mille
    Un millón en el carro, puerta suicida Robin Willy
    Y si me matan los espero en el cielo con Kobe y Gigi
    De rodilla' ante Dios y millonario ante el hombre
    En la fe, no en cada bala está tu nombre
    Los billetes azules también tienen dos caras
    No siempre los tuve pero tenía par balas
    Siempre vestido 'e Louis Vuitton, pelo rosita o neón
    En probatorio y siempre con el pistolón
    Llevo dos años en la cima y sigo posteao como un buzón
    Fanta azul, el lean me duerme el rostro
    El AK a full, ya me tiene viendo monstruos
    Uah, el tambor no se congela
    Uah, las balas entran y muertos modelan
    Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag
    College girls give a **** head in my Rafs
    Rockstar life, so much money I'll make you laugh, hey
    These bitches, they hate and you can't miss what you never had
    Hey, hey
    Off the juice (Juice), Codeine got me trippin' (Juice)
    Copped the coupe (Coupe), woke up, roof is missing (Yeah, yeah)
    Ice (Ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'
    Ice (Ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'
    Addy boys, got some 60's in my bag (Oh-oh)
    Lips sealed, I ain't pillow talkin', I'm no rat (No)
    In my earlobe, got two karats, VVS (Bling)
    Got a penthouse near Rodeo, off of stress (Stress)
    All this money, when I grew up, I had nothing (Nothing)
    Filled with backstabbers, my old life was disgusting (Disgusting)
    Can't believe it, gotta thank God that I'm living comfortably (Thank God)
    Get checks, I don't believe when she say she done with me
    Burnt some bridges, and I let the fire light the way (Oh-whoa)
    Kickin' my feet up, left the PJ's on a PJ (PJ)
    Yeah, I'm a big dog, and I walk around with no leash (Oh)
    I got water on me, yeah, everything on Fiji
    Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag
    College girls give a **** head in my Rafs
    Rockstar life, so much money I'll make you laugh, hey
    These bitches, they hate and you can't miss what you never had
    Hey, hey
    Off the juice (Juice), Codeine got me trippin' (Juice)
    Copped the coupe (Coupe), woke up, roof is missing (Yeah, yeah)
    Ice (Ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'
    Ice (Ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'
    I'm a rockstar, play guitars, sippin' 'Wock, ay (Hey)
    Adderall, fentanyl, Xanax bars, ay (Yeah)
    I was fifteen, I sip Codeine with my dawg, yeah (Codeine)
    Promethazine, I feel nauseous (Promethazine)
    Put up a stick and I hop on a plane
    Still in my war ways (War ways)
    Shit is so risky, I gotta be gifted
    He blessed me with fortune and fame (Fortune and fame, nice)
    I made my first fifty, I couldn't go back empty
    I knew I was stuck to that game, uh (Stuck)
    Loyal and I'll never change, yeah
    I'm never gon' go Against the grain (Against the grain)
    I'm never gon' be the one turn on my brother
    When police has got him detained (Nah)
    I would never love a bitch, more than my mother
    And that's on my government name (Nah)
    I can't be no sucker, ain't hatin' on no one
    I wish everybody get paid (Paid)
    'Cause we countin' up every day (Every day)
    Gettin' high till I land in the grave
    Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag
    College girls give a **** head in my Rafs
    Rockstar life, so much money I'll make you laugh, hey
    These bitches, they hate and you can't miss what you never had
    Hey, hey
    Off the juice (Juice), Codeine got me trippin' (Juice)
    Copped the coupe (Coupe), woke up, roof is missing (Yeah, yeah)
    Ice (Ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'
    Ice (Ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin'

    Writer(s): Alec Wigdahl, Daniel Desir, Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr., Donny Flores, Elias Latrou, Henry Nichols, Jocelyn Donald, John Mitchell & Nicholas Mira.

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