Big Sean - Supa Dupa Lemonade | Текст песни

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• Big Sean
• Supa Dupa Lemonade

D-Town westside, Yea I said it westside

But they yellin Big so much, You would thought it's bedstie,

You are now f-ckin with the newest nigga best out,

Gon' and roll that weed nigga (Why) Cuhz I'm stressed out,

L.B checked out, Bad b-tch chest out (them titties)

No wonder why misses right just keeps on gettin left out,

Oh well that's everything I'm not concernin (f-ck it)

I'm on the top floor gettin brains, Higher learnin

Gettin higher earnins and my desires yearnin,

Runnin through that paper (What) like my Attourney

100 blunts rolled, You can smell the fire burnin,

I'm in the fast lane, You can smell my tires burnin,

Exercise, Flex on guys, Model chick,

Sex on thighs, I might let Alexis drive,

Jesus chain testify, I over Accessorize,

Test her out na she gon need a stretcher when I stretch her out

When it's time to speak man all of ya'll listen, When you up in the party

Man why is all the broads missin, And I just drop lines

Like a nigga goin fishin, Man and I be on them posters like a nigga gon missin

And I spit (Scratch) that retarded sh-t, Just call it autism

And I'm so hollywood that I might make yo bitch audition

For me, Cut-Cut Look immma dick her dooowwwnnn, You gon

Pick her up,

Yup,

And I'm unusual as sh-t, I am superbad yo girl prolly

Doodlin my d-ck, And it's a couple school up in my head that

Could use a f-ckin wrench, and I'm jus lookin at the game like they can use

A f-ckin bench, (bitch) and my name all up in the rafters, She gon

Make me cum, but I bet that money come faster, Kanye first,

Then I'm comin after, and louieVaton shoes hoe,

Dimes and the jaspers, Who, her, I ran through her walls,

Made her scream and disapear, But hell naw my name is not casper,

Boy, What the f-ck these rappers sound like, Ha just a whole bunch of my sound bites,

First whip Garbo, Second whip Largo, Don't

Worry bout my niggas they're good, Marshall,

Bank account got me feelin well, Fargo,

Ballin 'till I get a milla-check Darco,

I just give em line afta line, afta line afta... Afta line, afta line, Bar codes,

They lookin for my work, Narco, Cuhz I just blackout in the booth,

Charcoal, Me, Don, C, Tone and 54 b-tches, The seeds finna blow,

I bet they finna blow nigga, 2 pounds of weed don't act like you don't nigga,

I put that green up like missle toe nigga

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