Gucci Mane - Lemonade (Presidential Remix) "Preview" lyrics

(Officially Certified Entertaiment) [Intro: Gucci Mane & Deuce] Yeah, (Uhhh Huhhh) It's Gucci, (Deuce) Wa**up baby, (Yeah) Yellow everything this time, (Everything man) You know what I'm talking about Yellow rims (Uhh Huhh), yellow big booty (Uhh Huhh), yellow bones (Gotta have it man, gotta have it) Yellow lams, yellow MP's (remix), yellow watch, yellow charm, ring (Deuce), chain Yellow living room set (& Gucci) Lemonade Gucci shoes for my girl, it's Gucci (Get em) Gucci [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] My Phantom sitting on sixes, no twenties in my denim Your Cutla** motor knocking because it is a lemon I like them Georgia peaches but you look more like a lemon These sour apple bitter b**hes I'm not f**ing with em I'm truly stupid paid, that's just how I feel today I'm moving slow cause codeine syrup's in my lemonade I'm standing in the shade and I'm selling lemonade Six hundred a pint, the going rate off in the A Lemonade diamond bracelet, put it in your face Lemonhead diamond earrings I wore yesterday I'm pimpin' wearing linen, that's just how I'm chillin' I'm smoking grits and selling chickens Corvette painted lemon (Gucci) [Hook] Lemons on the chain with the V-cuts (x2) Lemonade in shade with my feet up (x2) Lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup (x2) Lemons in their face, watch em freeze up (x2) [Verse 2: Deuce] What's Gucci Baby, for lemon chicks, Deuce is crazy A pimp produced in the 80's, soo real but cool with the ladies My freshness is stupid daily, flow cold as a scoop of Bailey's As soon as this music pay me, gon' lemon-juice a Mercedes Midwest influenced me greatly, that's basically who I'm spittin' for They know Deuce what the name is, but dont mistake him for Bigalow Shootin', bumpin' "So Fly" with Don Juan, what they hittin' for Bringin' fame to my squad, like Harry Potter & Gryffindor n***as know that it's Southside 'till the day I die, same thang everyday I'm fly Inside-out, outside-in, even when I'm dead & out my skin Feel like I was never gone, swear I'm with a yellow-bone Cruisin' to this yellow song, while haters park like yellowstone (Deuce) [Hook] [Verse 3] Lemonade my townhouse in Miami I want yellow carpet Woke up in the morning, f** it, bought a yellow Aston Martin Yellow bricks, yellow dust, yellow lean, yellow tuss Yellow pills, spinning wheels, yellow weed, re-up with us Coward a** n***a, yellow stripe, you a yellowback AK hit your dog, and you can't bring Old Yeller back Yep, Gucci bring up eighty thousand: that's a yellow fact Yellow homes, mellow homes, you know you's a scary-cat No sleep for two days, so my pupils lookin' yellow Five flights, six shows, quarter-million on my schedule Bangladesh and Gucci Mane, n***as know they in trouble Green ice, red light. Caution, Gucci rocks yellow [Hook}