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lemon squeeze - ralfy the plug & 1takejay lyrics

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[intro: ralfy the plug]
gang and them, no lames with them
(too raw)
we know the truth
the truth is undisputed

[chorus: ralfy the plug]
lemon squeeze on me, it’ll crack a n*gga melon
brodie caught a couple headshots ’cause he was tellin’
i can’t do no shows out the country ’cause i’m a felon
everything must go, if i had your b*tch, i would sell her

[verse 1: ralfy the plug]
in 2021, i had a pain skydweller
and i left the yacht plain so i could see my time better
i see y’all n*ggas with them lil’ chains, mine better
fly n*gga, i be lookin’ over jets with my feathers
neck froze, b*tch, you ever seen a chain change the weather?
b*tch, i don’t miss him, i ain’t gettin’ better
the way i’m ballin’ on n*ggas, they think i’m changin’ the settings
you can’t get around the pastor, he don’t hang with no reverends
please don’t compare me to no small fry, b*tches love us
only n*gga in high school not on the team with gold medals
you really wanna get like me, then don’t settle
bebe kid, i was ridin’ on bikes with no pedals
[chorus: ralfy the plug & 1takejay]
lemon squeeze on me, it’ll crack a n*gga melon
brodie caught a couple headshots ’cause he was tellin’
i can’t do no shows out the country ’cause i’m a felon
everything must go, if i had your b*tch, i would sell her
lemon squeeze on me, it’ll crack a n*gga melon
brodie caught a couple headshots ’cause he was tellin’
i can’t do no shows out the country ’cause i’m a felon
everything must go, if i had your b*tch, i would sell her (wait, hold up)

[verse 2: 1takejay]
n*ggas think i’m talkin’ ’bout wingstop when i say twenty*piece
i just hit a ratchet on the table, she my centerpiece
nineteen hoes drinkin’ ’42 and they all feelin’ me
lemon squeeze if your grandson plottin’ on gettin’ me
i don’t bang, don’t ask about this hat, i’m tryna keep the peace
n*ggas get big mad when you get racks, i’m tryna feed the team
that b*tch told you she don’t know me, she sold you a dream
cash rule everything around me, her p*ssy gon’ cream
my pockets like the dairy section, i fill ’em with cheese
n*ggas make f*ckin’ b*tches so hard, i hit ’em with ease
put it in, she felt it in her chest, she can’t even breathe
i’m on sucker sh*t, i hit her n*gga, she won’t even leave
she like me, ’cause n*ggas bums and i be havin’
n*ggas lil’ kids, n*ggas never gettin’ to no cabbage
at the end of every day, i start countin’ my baggage
every song i make like reeboks, n*gga, these classics
[chorus: ralfy the plug]
lemon squeeze on me, it’ll crack a n*gga melon
brodie caught a couple headshots ’cause he was tellin’
i can’t do no shows out the country ’cause i’m a felon
everything must go, if i had your b*tch, i would sell her
lemon squeeze on me, it’ll crack a n*gga melon
brodie caught a couple headshots ’cause he was tellin’
i can’t do no shows out the country ’cause i’m a felon
everything must go, if i had your b*tch, i would sell her

[outro]
(too raw)

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