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Bust down lemonade, it's comin' down the isle way All my problems back at home, and bitch I'm headed out the way Gone, gone, gone 6,000 fuckin' miles away I can't even stress about no bitch, cuz man that's child's play Bust down lemonade, it's comin' down the isle way All my problems back at home, and bitch I'm headed out the way Gone, gone, gone 6,000 fuckin' miles away I can't even stress about no bitch, cuz man that's child's play Got my tray table table down wit the icy lemonade Put the pound in a box, fill it up with cellophane Movies on my seat, 12 hours keep me entertained Business class seats on that double decker plane Two big pendants, call 'em double decker chains I was down bad, now I'm seeing better days Spent my teenage years up in that cell, it's hella lame Don't limit the potential bitch, I'm tryna break the bank You don't know the things I know cuz you ain't round no bosses You don't know the wins I take but I know you take losses Diamonds on my wrist, I'm drippin' like the hood faucet We the ones who left your house covered up in caution Bust down lemonade, it's comin' down the isle way All my problems back at home, and bitch I'm headed out the way Gone, gone, gone 6,000 fuckin' miles away I can't even stress about no bitch, cuz man that's child's play Letras de cancionesBust down lemonade, it's comin' down the isle way All my problems back at home, and bitch I'm headed out the way Gone, gone, gone 6,000 fuckin' miles away I can't even stress about no bitch, cuz man that's child's play I'm getting guala, not ricotta, still cheese but more parmesana, and my roof is terracotta I got Prada on my collar but I smell just like a Rasta No patience I'm not a doctor Fuck a sponsor independent, I'm ballin' just like I'm Giannis I just flew to Philadelphia, watched Simmons put up like 30 I don't want these basic bitches, to me they look kinda dirty Bitch I'm always smokin' loud, you probably smelled me fore you heard me And the bitch ain't playin' round, yeah suck it up like she Kirby Bust down lemonade, it's comin' down the isle way All my problems back at home, and bitch I'm headed out the way Gone, gone, gone 6,000 fuckin' miles away I can't even stress about no bitch, cuz man that's child's play Bust down lemonade, it's comin' down the isle way All my problems back at home, and bitch I'm headed out the way Gone, gone, gone 6,000 fuckin' miles away I can't even stress about no bitch, cuz man that's child's play From Letras Mania