Lil Yachty - Lemon Head Lyrics

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K. Swisha

Whole time I knew niggas been fake
Two Chanel bags for my sidepiece
I feel like Im Gandhi, but that besides me
Snakes on his head, I aint talkin Don C
Gave my bitch a hundred racks, told her not to mind me
Me and Draft in that Lam, Concretes first signee
Ill plead the Fifth if them coppers try me
Im slime, Im swift, Im too damn sneaky
Im a young hot boy, gold teeth like B.G.
Fuck what them niggas sayin, I know they need me
Backyard too much land, might build a teepee
Tripod hold a stick, pierce you like a CD
My bitch cant get my phone, she know not to ask me
Only Brandon Mitchell, know where the cash be
Thats my blooda for life, feel like mama had him
Someone play with her wrong, trust me, Ima bag him
Mouth platinum, wrist random

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lemon-head shawty give me mouth and its so exquisite
Fuck her one time, she want her whip pimped, Im not Xzibit
Talkin bout she want a Birkin, now she talkin gibberish
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Apple-head bitch give me dome, its ten out of ten
Think that I wont fuck on her friends, bitch, go think again
Concrete boy, been outside, bet she let me in

Shouldnt have to say this shit, but who we better than?
Told my bitch to go eat Mediterranean
Finna walk over this beat like a pedestrian Pedestrian
I just bought a brand-new whip, it is obsidian
This bitch wanna fuck, I just want mouth, so she upset again
Will I drive the Benz or the Lam? Well, that depends
Double down on my numbers, I need all my ends
Pussy play with me wrong, go up in his chin
Call my young nigga Beyblade, he cant wait to spin Spin
I was seventeen years old tryna crack a BIN Yes
His lil bitch a lil older, she like juice and gin Oh, yes
I like juice and Sprite Mhm, so I call her twin