- lemon (Vin data & Mr.car Mack remix) 歌詞 N.E.R.D. mr. carmack Vindata Rihanna
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- Rihanna lemon (Vin data & Mr.car Mack remix) 歌詞
- N.E.R.D. mr. carmack Vindata Rihanna
- The truth will set you free
But first, it'll piss you off
Hate! Bad *****es 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' *****s can't believe my race
Hate! N*ggas 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'
I get it how I live it
I live it how I get it
Count the motha****in' 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
Motha****a, we ain't finished
I told you we won't stop
A n*gga 'bouta business
Like yours, but you rent it
Wave hello to the top
N*gga 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 n*gga graduate
Would I be okay?
So I prayed and I played
It's Rihanna, n*gga
My constellation in space
Warp speed, Doctor Spock couldn't chase, n*gga
*****, 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 it
Count the motha****in' 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
Motha****a, we ain't finished
I told you we won't stop
A n*gga 'bouta business
Like yours, but you rent it
Wave hello to the top
N*gga 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'
Bouncin' around, bouncin' around, bouncin'
You can catch me
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
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