YCM MAC - Lemon Peppaz Lyrics

Ayy, niggas always talkin' bout some shit that they don't know no better
Come ski on the chain, I make it, hoe I can change the weather
Ayy, steppin' in a new pair of Louis, these ain't no lemon peppaz
Ayy, niggas thinkin' that they poppin' for real
Knock the corn out his kettle

I ain't choose this life, but this life, it chose me
Bust it, bust it for a nigga, make it jump to the beat
What you spend for that car I spent that on my feet
And you can try to knock the game, but you can't knock out the P

She gon' make that ass jump, if I tell it
Who givin' game to you niggas, cause I can sell it
Who told you niggas that winnin' was on your record
Ayy, zero to two on the score, I know they jealous

And I ain't even tryin', niggas thinkin' they pushin' P, but they ain't cross the line
I done made a bet on you niggas, losin' a couple times
I can take a penny, pitching bitch, and flip her to a dime
All this shit they dreamin' havin bitch, I just made it mine

I just call my new coupe Aladdin, get in and let it fly
Went to Johnny dang', to bust down my wrist, now it's my favorite time

I done French kissed no hoe, but when I walk in, she gon' say, mwah
Ayy, bitch, I'm him, check the resume and reservoir

All my bitches get excited, they gettin' new boobs
I'm goin' dumb on the track, I go retarded, bitch, I go cuckoo
Nowadays, niggas get happy for a couple plays on YouTube
Me and my team countin' the money, bitch, Blue's Clues

Bitch, I'm alarming' to the game, I can't click snooze
Niggas winein and they complain like a bitch do
I was born inside of the game, and you was born to lose
Better watch your hoe, and yo momma, cause she get horny to

Niggas always talkin' bout some shit that they don't know no better
Come ski on the chain, I make it, hoe, I can change the weather
Ayy, steppin' in a new pair of Louis's, these ain't no lemon, peppaz
Niggas
Thinkin' that they poppin' for real, knock this corn out his kettle

I ain't choose this life, but this life, it chose me
Bust it, bust it for a nigga, make it jump to the beat
What you spend for that car? I spent that on my feet
And you can try to knock the game, bitch, you can't knock out the P

She gon' make that ass jump, if I tell it
Who givin' game to you, niggas, cause I can sell it
Who told you niggas that winnin' was on your record
Ayy zero to two on the score I know they jealous
And I ain't even tryin', niggas thinkin' they pushin' P, but they aint cross the' line

I done made a bet on you niggas losin' a couple times
I can take a penny, pinching bitch and flip her to a dime
All this shit they dream of havin', bitch, I just made it mine
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