Bangladesh - Lemonade Freestyle lyrics
Roll down the window in the Chevy And I listen to the critics but they really wasn't sayin' sh** Buddy, I'm a gutter motherf**er from an Alabama creek You don't know who you're playin' with They talk so much that I bet one of these pebbles under me get laryngitis The wave is so contagious, so who gave it, apparently I did Put fish in the back of my boat, I'm a fisherman, I'mma reel 'em in, mackerel I'mma give 'em ten minutes, then put 'em back in the water There, just to see 'em all float And kinda like mixtapes in the back of my trunk, buddy, yeah, I got 'em all sold An Alabama with an arm and hammer, swimmin' in propaganda, I got 'em all, whoa Promenade, country boy, get out of my way, gallon of sweet tea, a packet of lemonade Smackin' a f*ggot, I crack a bat on the pen and page, no h*mo, anyway Any stage, rip it any way, the independent way, look, have you seen his Js Footwork, send 'em in a rage, feelin' like a millionaire on minimum wage Don't need a Mercedes to take your girl, my Chevy is sick, Earl I let her play with my mullet, while she sip syrup Hold up, Alabama funk make you lose your teeth like a Mountain Dew soda Some saltines wanna live in the box But guess what, I'm the cracker who showed up And we could take it to Dakota, small towns, we can take it over Yeah, ten million rocks, bet it up, we can make it a boulder A shadow's hangin' over your shoulders, and we about to roll that over And when the b**h come flyin' down the hill, you better burn wheels like somebody told ya Keys, goin' to grab 'em, sh**s Creek, don't leave the paddle Get a poncho for the rain of battles, go Tonto, go get the saddle Cause I been on my travels since Adam bit the apple Feelin' like I got the biggest dick in the world and I can't even fit a Magnum My mama smokin' weed like a chim-i-ney, call her Ma Marley Like yeah mon, yeah we got trees and a couple kegs if you wanna party Right here mon, pop a trunk, Papa Doc, we know you don't give a f** You don't fear none), hardest man alive