Hard Lemonade
Nicki:I'm in a tricky little moodI trick these little dudesI tell em that I love em butI never really doSee, I like pretty shoes andI like pretty minksAnd I like sight sein' the pyramids and the sphinxHe cop Italian pieces so I do the first pumpAnd I can only push it if the trunk is in the frontIf the trunk is in the back, then you gotta take it backYou can hit me on the jetI chat on the macSee I am who I am nicky motherfucker if she say she not a fanShe a lyin motherfcukerOver shoppin in Paris so I speak a little FrenchOui oui raggedy time for you to hit then benchIndecisive so I always gotta pick twoI guess that's why I got the yorkie and the shitzu I told fab get that Michael knight kitt coupeBefore I put this pussy on ya chipped tooth
Jiaer Lavon:I pull up my 42's so I call you little dudesYour woman coming single, I take my chicks in twosAnd when it comes to sippin lemonade is what I chooseAnd when it come to trippin that's all you really doI don't work at lowers but you know I keep them toolsCome around my town I'll show ya what them hammers doAnd this is not a diss, this is just what I doAnd all y'all nigaas false, I'm only speakin in truths
You get it? The program: get with itI'm killing these niggas, like cancer to liverNigga package out the liver trigger finger on the triggerShe treat me then trick ya I'm in it go figureThe way I bringin money you would thinkI'm doing taxesCause the money come in like income backwardsSo I'ma go hard cause I ain't trying to go home that'sWhy I'm snappin on this beat like you just finished the poemAnd I spits that crack you can just call meJerome and I goAll out like that nigga from home aloneEven though I never write, my nigga I'm never wrongSo I'ma give it up and let sean go off
Big SeanFirst whip, garbo second whip largoDon't worry bout my niggas they're good, marshallBank account got me feelin well, fargoBallin till I get a Millicheck, DarkoI just give em line after line after line after...After line after line, barcodeThey lookin for my work, narcoCause I just black out in the booth, charcoalMe, don see, tonin 54 bitchesThis weed finna' blow I bet they finna' blow nigga 2 pounds of weed don't' actLike you don't know niggaI put that green up like mistletoe nigga