GNAR, Germ — Codeine Lemonade

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Stars up in my roof, icy lemonade
Shit, all these niggas lame, they just want some fame
Shit, I’m like fuck the fame, I just want some chains
Huh, I’m like fuck the fame, I’m like fuck the fame
Uh, stars up in my roof, icy lemonade
Shit, all these niggas lame, they just want some fame
Shit, I’m like fuck the fame, I just want some chains
Huh, I’m like fuck the fame, I’m like fuck the fame

Codeine in my lemonade, brand new chopper, let it bang
She just wanna fuck the gang, gang
Ain’t ’bout no money, miss me with it, niggas act like silly bitches
Came in your city drippin’, who
Matte black Glockie with extensions, I don’t do the tension, uh
Lil Gnar laying down the law like a politician, uh
Got some guap and then I blew the shit, all at Neiman’s, uh
Chest froze, brand new chain got my heart anemic, uh
My lil’ bitch conceited, uh, you can’t even see her, uh
And the AR make a nigga sit, Colosseum, uh
Lil’ boy, pipe down ’cause you is so irrelevant
All my diamonds hella pissy, yeah, they on some R. Kelly shit
She didn’t fuck with me because she heard I was scandaling
Nigga want some fucking pressure, he gon’ see where hammer is

Fuck the fame, fuck the fame, I just want the guap
She gon’ twerk on the dick like she from the block
Fuck the fame, fuck the fame, I just want the guap
She gon’ twerk on the dick like she from the block

Stars in up in my roof, icy lemonade
Shit, all these niggas lame, they just want some fame
Shit, I’m like fuck the fame, I just want some chains
Huh, I’m like fuck the fame, I’m like fuck the fame

Lick the lemonade my fist, icy pinky, pissy waterfalls
Bigger migo drip, double up, Port I’m smokin’ on
Bitch, these gelato blunts
Coroner ride with with the gang ’cause we havin’ alot of guns
Pullin’ up shootin’ you for fun
Wocky in the Audi, moving fast, I’m at the money
Better feel me, bet your ass gon’ smell me, stinkin’ up the party
Stick on me, no need for army, niggas out here losing it
Moving units, do that shit

Stars up in my roof, icy lemonade
Shit, all these niggas lame, they just want some fame
Shit, I’m like fuck the fame, I just want some chains
Huh, I’m like fuck the fame, I’m like fuck the fame