Venture Klan - Lemon

I was in the lab going mad like a chemist
I just copped a grill just to wear it to the dentist
Fuckin off the henny, told her ima let you finish
Bust and did the dougie, bitches love me for my panache
I ain't tryna flex took the jet out to Venice
I just copped a sack, wrap the pack like its Christmas
Garlic Butter Salmon, had to hit it with the lemon
It ain't what they thought, but they couldn't tell the difference

Hunh
It aint no dirt on my shoulders, took it to the max, Plus Ultra
You don't see the drip need coasters, you don't see the bread need toasters, snake niggas kings like Cobra
Baby I'm king like Kai, play with me you just might die, know a dumb nigga gon try
They be asking questions like "why", cutting through they circles like pie
Hunh
Niggas too drunk off emotion but I only offer sobriety
Nigga go get you hug or go work on ya hustle or maybe go get you a diary
Move like a God in this bitch and if I'm with a bitch and if she on my dick it's ok they consider it piety
Niggas downplaying the motion cause they too embarrassed to text me and ask if I'm hiring
Hunh
We keep it all under wraps, the village is hidden, we structured it out like the government
We signed a contract in blood, I call up the homies it look like an animal summoning
I raise 2 fingers and focus my aura, the chakra surround me and sound like it's bubbling
I need a clone cause I get way too busy so while I do this it could handle some other shit
We keep the heat for the winter, I whip the whip wit the spinners, 10 bad joints in the sprinter They just wanna smoke do henna, they just wanna drink, take picture
All the bad bitches like dinner, I meditate for the inner
Peppermint Tea with the Splenda, they always fitting to finna, picture me giving a finnuck

I was in the lab going mad like a chemist
I just copped a grill just to wear it to the dentist
Fuckin off the henny, told her ima let you finish
Bust and did the dougie, bitches love me for my panache
I ain't tryna flex took the jet out to Venice
I just copped a sack, wrap the pack like its Christmas
Garlic Butter Salmon, had to hit it with the lemon
It ain't what they thought, but they couldn't tell the difference

Omelette du fromage in her ear like I'm Dexter
Conversation heavy she can't wait to feel the pressure

Written by:
Anthony Campbell, Marcus Jackson

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find