ContraVein - LemonAde

Ohh, she like a stripper with no clothes
And I fucked her on the pole
Got them got them got them got them got them got them tennis chains
Yellow diamonds dripping like lemonade
Aye, yuh
Rappers lifestyle and I’m outta control
Never ever ever will I sell my soul
Even if they offer me them big bank rolls
I will never quit
I will never split
Never will I put up with anybody’s shit
Shoot your shot but you know you’re gonna miss
You had me in your crosshairs but instead I just got nicked
People out here hating on my come up while I’m trynna find these rhymes
Trying to come up with a flow to help me get up to the top while also getting me some top
So I can throw back the top of some foreign car and never stop counting my green gwap
Shine my car and buff it I ain’t talkin’ bout Warren
When it comes to money never got a shortage
Drivin’ the foreign from Florence till it get’s boring but that engine’s always roaring
Ohh, she like a stripper with no clothes
And I fucked her on the pole
Got them got them got them got them got them got them tennis chains
Yellow diamonds dripping like lemonade
Oh the tables turned
You’re bout ta get burned
Put you in the oven just too long
Pop pop pop like burnt popcorn
Pop pop pop like Jason Bourne
Blow you up with smoke like a firecracker pop
Blowing up your head like a ballon go pop
Takin’ yo bitch on a date she wanna come back to my place
I get that good slop so then I give her cherry pop
Rising to the top and I’m never gonna stop
And just like your balls im never gonna drop
I’ll never be your friend cuz you’ll never not be an op
It’s always with my life that you’re gonna wanna swap
Cuz I’m gonna have yo girl and she be giving me this top
So find solace in the fact that our love is nonstop
And please don’t be in shock when I start giving her my rock
Just don’t forget to knock cuz On the door there’ll be a sock
Ohh, she like a stripper with no clothes
And I fucked her on the pole
Got them got them got them got them got them got them tennis chains
Yellow diamonds dripping like lemonade
Off my sophomore album and I’m coming back hard
Keeping you close like a running back guard
Give your girl the D like a report card
But if you mess with me you’ll go to the graveyard
Picking up that flow cuz I’m about to go insane
I ain’t talking mental hospital I’m talking bout these gains
Puttin’ thoughts inside your brains trynna make you feel afraid
So you’d better watch how you behave before I put you in a grave
But my brain still runs astray like it does it every day
Like I might really be insane something with my mainframe
Like my thoughts I can’t contain everything’s a big mistake
Like I’m starting to decay like I need to be restrained
It’s in my DNA like I need it to embrace
Cuz my life can’t be sustained on this busy highway I need a parade like every single day
These thoughts my head creates it’s like a grenade
But I’m gonna be okay coming back today
And my dick’s awake cuz by yo girl’s ass I’m amazed
Girl don’t be afraid I’ll blow you away and show you ContraVein!
Ohh, she like a stripper with no clothes
And I fucked her on the pole
Got them got them got them got them got them got them tennis chains
Yellow diamonds dripping like lemonade

Written by:
Jason Ardan

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