Lemon [Drake Remix]

The truth will set you free
But first, it'll piss you off (hate!)

Bad bitches wanna be my bae
(Hate!) Hunt me down like the C.I.A
(Hate!) Side of my car, tryna see my face
(Hate!) Want me to beat it like the T.I. case
Oh (hate!) and if it's heated I'ma feed my face
(Hate!) And best believe, it's gon' be outrageous
(Hate!) Hatin' niggas can't believe my race
(Hate!) Niggas hit you with the Eli face, oh...

Bouncin' around, bouncin' around, bouncin'
Bouncin' around, bouncin' around, bouncin'
Scrunchin' their eyes with your name in their mouth and
Bouncin' around, bouncin' around, bouncin'

(Hate!) You keep askin' me where I'm from
(Hate!) About the borders and, "Did I run?"
(Hate!) Keep askin' how I feel 'bout guns
There's a light (hate!) and dark army, which side you choose?
Oh (hate!) If not now then when?
(Hate!) And if not me then who?
(Hate!) Don't drink the Kool-Aid, my friends
(Hate!) I tried to tell y'all about this dude

Bouncin' around, bouncin' around, bouncin'
Bouncin' around, bouncin' around, bouncin'
Hate supplements are found right in their couches
Bouncin' around, bouncin' around, bouncin'

(Wait, wait a minute) Shout out to them people
People (wait, wait a minute) p-p-p-people, people...
(Wait, wait a minute) Mad ethnic right now

I get it how I live it
I live it how I get
Count the mothafuckin' digits
I pull up with a lemon
Not 'cause she ain't livin'
It's just your eyes get acidic
And this here ain't a scrimmage
Mothafucka, we ain't finished
I told you we won't stop
A nigga 'bouta business
Like yours, but you rent it
Wave hello to the
(Top) Nigga the Veyron glide
Tell the paparazzi get the lens right
Got the window down, top, blowin' la
Got the hazards on, only doin' five
You can catch me, Rih, in the new La Ferrar'

And the truck behind me got arms
Yeah, longer than LeBron
Just waitin' for my thumb like The Fonz
Woo! This beat tastes like lunch
But it's runnin' from veneers and it's runnin' from the fronts
But everyday, hey, wasn't lemonade
I was afraid, once a nigga graduate
Would I be okay?
So I prayed and I prayed
It's Rihanna, nigga
My constellation in space
Warp speed, Doctor Spock couldn't chase

Nigga, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

I get it how I live it
I live it how I get
Count the mothafuckin' digits
I pull up with a lemon
Not 'cause she ain't livin'
It's just your eyes get acidic
And this here ain't a scrimmage
Mothafucka, we ain't finished
I told you we won't stop
A nigga 'bouta business
Like yours, but you rent it
Wave hello to the top
Nigga the Veyron glide
Tell the paparazzi get the lens right
Got the window down, top, blowin' la
Got the hazards on, only doin' five
You can catch me

Bouncin' around, bouncin' around, bouncin'...

You can catch me...
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