LYRICS: AKA ft Nasty C – Lemons (Lemonade)

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LYRICS: AKA ft Nasty C – Lemons (Lemonade)
LYRICS: AKA ft Nasty C – Lemons (Lemonade)

Allll ah all over the track

Uh pardon me uh, as I comeback!

Allll ah all over the track

Uh pardon me uh, as I comeback!

Allll ah all over the track

Uh pardon me uh, as I comeback!

Allll ah all over the track

Uh pardon me uh, as I comeback!

Eh, more life!

Peng ting a sight for sore eyes

Dark days friends were few it’s alright

Turned that pain to fuel and survived

Oh oh, now I’m stronger!

Backstage in the coupe like Lorcia

Spin moves in the paint like Jordan

Girlfriend on her bullshit that’s Taurus

Starsigns, pull up and shine at Nostra

GalxBoy that’s culture!

I’ve been on top for a long time

Champion chips ama big corn bites

People say hip hop died that’s nonsense

Thank God they showed they true colours

Switched up piano like Vultures

All in my feelings, I can’t conceal it

I take it all the way

I’m playing hard to get

This life is different, its risky business

Lemons to lemonade, lemons to lemonade

Tracksuit Versace, pull out the set

Zip up the Off White up to the neck

Turn up the A/C, it’s hot in the sec

Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace

Tracksuit Versace, pull out the set

Zip up the Off White up to the neck

Turn up the A/C, it’s hot in the sec

Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace

Oh oh, oh oh, oooooh baby!

Oh oh,

Tracksuit Versace, pull out the set

Zip up the Off White up to the neck

Turn up the A/C, it’s hot in the sec

Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace

Tracksuit Versace, pull out the set

Zip up the Off White up to the neck

Turn up the A/C, it’s hot in the sec

Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace

Keep a-

Nice ting with the lips and the curves, in my corner

A ten on my lap, Maradona

I’m givin’ her some class, Cabernet Sauvignon her

When I made her gag I was goin’ for her tonsil

When I met her dad, I told him I’m an apostle

Damn, that nigga’s a fossil

Now everything is alright (Everything is alright)

You see my new car right?

I pulled up to the show and they was sleepin’

The energy was weak, I gave them some Morvite

Zaba Zaba Zaba Zai Zaba Zai

Always out the country, guess I’m a Zai Zai

When they pull me over, I’m black I might die

No SAPS, cool drink, hi five

SA, what a place to reside

Tides, Durban, the ever-great side (Side)

Livin’ on the highway, pepper steak pies

But black don’t crack so I bet I age fine (Age fine)

Got a little thing called ties

Rolled a little thing called dice

She roll her little things called eyes

Wrote a little thing called rhymes

Never told lies, you just couldn’t see it with your own eyes

All in my feelings, I can’t conceal it

I take it all the way

I’m playing hard to get

This life is different, its risky business

Lemons to lemonade, lemons to lemonade

Tracksuit Versace, pull out the set

Zip up the Off White up to the neck

Turn up the A/C, it’s hot in the sec

Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace

Tracksuit Versace, pull out the set

Zip up the Off White up to the neck

Turn up the A/C, it’s hot in the sec

Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace

Ooh

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