Back to Top

The Flock - Lemon Squeeze Lyrics

theme

The Flock - Lemon Squeeze Lyrics




Walked up by the house, early morning, squeezed a lemon
I ain't talkin' bout no fruit, bitch, I'm talkin' bout this glizzy
Got them shells on me when I'm chasin' cheese, come and get me
Macaroni session, Velveeta in my pocket, I love the riches

Asked the plug how much for a hundred of them, he told me to throw him sixty
Rollin' with a thirty, shoot thirteen and leave your ass shitty
I'm on one-eight block, so many tools, you'd think I'm a mechanic
Got them youngins ridin' with Ghost Glocks, you'd think they named was Danny

Phantom, I'm ridin' with triple R, Mix Grabba with the Za
AR, it'll hit your far, assault rifles, we ride with Chop
Five-five-six, seven-sixty-two and a Sprinter on the block
Still a shoot a four five six, scrapin' money out the pocket

Ridin' with a glizzy for a passenger, raiders get behind me, baby, duck this off
Ain't even gotta ask her, smokin' stupid zooties
You can smell this shit right through the plastic, ain't even get a price
Cuh just drop it off, say work your magic, Beezy love the blaggin

Niggas in that field be steady flaggin', duffle stay on action
How they swung on eighteen, had me laughin', chillin' with my niggas
It's July, we still on that March Madness, if my dog ain't scorin
I ain't got no problem goin' passin

Walked up out the house, early mornin', squeezed the lemon
I ain't talkin' bout no fruit, bitch, I'm talkin' bout this glizzy
Got them shells on me when I'm chasin' cheese, come and get me
Macaroni session, Velveeta in my pocket, I love the riches

Asked the plug how much for a hundred of them, he told me to throw him sixty
Rollin' with a thirty, shoot thirteen and leave your ass shitty
I'm on one-eight blocks, so many tools, you think I'm a mechanic
Got them youngins runnin' with Ghost Glocks, you'll think they name was Danny

Phantom
Youngins, tryna get your top on, nigga
And we smokin' Hellas, strong
Triple R, duffle on Beat

Smokin' Hellas, gas
I'm finna be on Beat my feet
I'm outta this bitch
Let's do it, bitch

Let's do it, bitch
Let's do it, bitch
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


English

Walked up by the house, early morning, squeezed a lemon
I ain't talkin' bout no fruit, bitch, I'm talkin' bout this glizzy
Got them shells on me when I'm chasin' cheese, come and get me
Macaroni session, Velveeta in my pocket, I love the riches

Asked the plug how much for a hundred of them, he told me to throw him sixty
Rollin' with a thirty, shoot thirteen and leave your ass shitty
I'm on one-eight block, so many tools, you'd think I'm a mechanic
Got them youngins ridin' with Ghost Glocks, you'd think they named was Danny

Phantom, I'm ridin' with triple R, Mix Grabba with the Za
AR, it'll hit your far, assault rifles, we ride with Chop
Five-five-six, seven-sixty-two and a Sprinter on the block
Still a shoot a four five six, scrapin' money out the pocket

Ridin' with a glizzy for a passenger, raiders get behind me, baby, duck this off
Ain't even gotta ask her, smokin' stupid zooties
You can smell this shit right through the plastic, ain't even get a price
Cuh just drop it off, say work your magic, Beezy love the blaggin

Niggas in that field be steady flaggin', duffle stay on action
How they swung on eighteen, had me laughin', chillin' with my niggas
It's July, we still on that March Madness, if my dog ain't scorin
I ain't got no problem goin' passin

Walked up out the house, early mornin', squeezed the lemon
I ain't talkin' bout no fruit, bitch, I'm talkin' bout this glizzy
Got them shells on me when I'm chasin' cheese, come and get me
Macaroni session, Velveeta in my pocket, I love the riches

Asked the plug how much for a hundred of them, he told me to throw him sixty
Rollin' with a thirty, shoot thirteen and leave your ass shitty
I'm on one-eight blocks, so many tools, you think I'm a mechanic
Got them youngins runnin' with Ghost Glocks, you'll think they name was Danny

Phantom
Youngins, tryna get your top on, nigga
And we smokin' Hellas, strong
Triple R, duffle on Beat

Smokin' Hellas, gas
I'm finna be on Beat my feet
I'm outta this bitch
Let's do it, bitch

Let's do it, bitch
Let's do it, bitch
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Jacques Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
LyricFind

Back to: The Flock



The Flock Lemon Squeeze Video


Performed By: The Flock
Language: English
Length: 2:30
Written by: Jacques Taylor

Tags:
No tags yet