Nick-9 - Lemonade Lyrics

Lemonade, Lemonade
Kool-aid in my coat
Yeah I got the juice for all the ones who wanna know
I'on ever make no time for any thotties, yeah the hoes
And don't ask me where I'm headed
For the top, and I won't fold
I got bitches on my line
All the different kinds, cool
Snitching is a crime
You get penalized too
Criticism's fine but you get hit for lying, ooh
And I don't miss my misses, why?
Cause you know I am mister smooth
Make em' ride for it, ride for it
Make em' gon' give me top for it, top for it
Have em' pop lock and drop for it, drop for it
And all the treeches on the side
Tell me how much they will lie, just to side for me
Lemonade, Lemonade
Kool-aid in my coat
Yeah I got the juice for all the ones who wanna know
I'on ever make no time for any thotties, yeah the hoes
And don't ask me where I'm headed
For the top, and I won't fold
Now where my bad bitches, bad bitches?
All the smart ol' lil graduates, graduates
No make-up, wake up to catfishes, catfishes
All my pretty little savages
One's who's way above all the average
That's a fact, where ya'll at?
This for the one's who like to criticize, said I barely rap
Said I'm acting like I'm going pop, but I rarely act
Said my numbers going down the drain, yet you start at that
Now the shorty's always
Ride for it, ride for it
Make em' gon' give me top for it, top for it
Have em' pop lock and drop for it, drop for it
And all the treeches on the side
Tell me how much they will lie just to side for me
Lemonade, Lemonade
Kool-aid in my coat
Yeah I got the juice for all the ones who wanna know
I'on ever make no time for any thotties, yeah the hoes
And don't ask me where I'm headed
For the top, and I won't fold
Now they saying that I sing too much, I barely rap
When I spit I feel I sin too much, ain't having that
When I sing in my feelings too much, they laugh at that
So I'm gonna make amends to that
I won't sing, I'll rap, so let's bring it back
I know the realist of killers
They're big as some pillars
That's why all of my nigga's gorillas
My hitta's are winners
We never lose we finish the business
The villain's beginners
We cutting off their fingers with scissors
And trim em' with clippers
And figure out their addy and info
I'm cracking the window
And if he is, I'm glad that he's home
Cause I'm cracking his dome
And I swear to God the devil is near
And I'm sending this here
So ya'll could know that this is my year
I'm feeling I tiered, the feeling is clear
I got one shorty on my mind
A forty on my mind
And somewhat I am sorta feeling fine
And you're the reason why
I'm saying way before ya I was dying
Falling way behind
Was thinking bout' a alter in my mind
But faltering aside
Ain't tryna get no recognition
Ain't pessimistic
But ya'll words are not worth repetition
So I won't listen
Most my songs are based off reminiscing,
Old girls, I'm missing
And to put ya all in my position
So ya would get it
I got bitches on my line
All the different kinds, cool
Snitching is a crime
You get penalized too
Criticism's fine, but you get hit for lying, ooh
And I don't miss my misses, why?
Cause you know I am mister smooth
Make em' ride for it, ride for it
Make em' gon' give me top for it, top for it
Have em' pop lock and drop for it, drop for it
And all the treeches on the side
Tell me how much they will lie, just to side for me