Drake - Lemon Pepper Freestyle (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Drake - Lemon Pepper Freestyle (en) Lyrics
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Tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
I pray these niggas understand
how passionate the tale is
To get you under my pressure
Richer
I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
Biggest, you feel me? (M-
M-M-Maybach Music)
Godfather with a garden full of snakes
Call Porsche, time to
give away a Wraith
Bricks boy, tryna turn 'em into bass
Big boy, I been tryin' buy the Braves
Courtroom soundin' like
I'm in the opera
Went and got it, now these
niggas wanna knock us
Bitches fallin' 'cause they
need a couple dollars
But it ain't a problem 'cause
a nigga really got it
Fat boy, rich nigga, with a appetite
Count monеy all night under
the candlelight
Spinnin' vinyl, Tеddy
P, or is it Lionel?
Not a model, but I know
I been your idol
Big bank, sparkin' weed
without a lighter
On fire 'cause I'm just
a different writer
Practicin' social distance with
all these snitch niggas
Guess he jealous 'cause I had
his favorite bitch with us
Big bucks, steppin' outta big trucks
Steppin' on my feet, it'll
get you fucked up
Got the squad with me and all
they did was gimme love
Foot Locker, twenty deep,
a nigga spend a dub
G-Wagen for my bitch, that
girl go live it up
Death row, that's for these
niggas, I'ma hit 'em up
Makaveli, it's All Eyez on Me
Pinkie rings, it's still M.O.
B. (M-M-M-Maybach Music)
Yeah, heart just turned purple
Three-sixty up front, it
all comes full circle
Class photographs, Sandy
had me on my Urkel
(I been tryin', tryin',
tryin', tryin')
Patty Mahomes, 'bout to fall
short a couple hunnid
Signed, sealed, delivered, I
fucked the notary public
She witnessed me sign off on
some undeniable numbers
Yeah, make a set sail in Croatia
to get a leverage
Groundskeepers cuttin' the grass
and clippin' the hedges
I took two mill' out the
cage down in the desert
Matthew Maddox called in the
pit boss, double checkin'
"The number's all good, just
pay me, I'm at the Rhino"
Real life, the whole fam'
goons like Ralo
One truck in front of me,
one behind me to follow
Lemme get a lemon pepper order, please
You gotta have the link
before you order these
Dockin' jet skis in the Florida Keys
We all grateful for Weezy,
but no one more than me
You just found a bottle
with the messages
These days, fame is disconnected
from excellence
Half the time, I gotta ask niggas
what they profession is
Ushered a generation in, these
are where my confessions live
I did brunch with the judge
we appearin' before
Private villas only, I don't
go near a resort
We want everything galore,
not just Lira Galore
For real, and my city love
me like DeMar DeRozan
I sent her the child support,
she sent me the heart emoji
They all say they love me,
but they hardly know me
Yeah, dropped him off at school,
big day for my lil' man
Recess hits, daddy prolly
made another M
School bell rings and I'm out
there to get him again
Yeah, teacher-parent meetings,
wives get googly-eyed
Regardless of what they
husbands do to provide
Askin' if I know Beyoncé
and Nicki Minaj
Of course, pull up to the front
in the fleet of Suburbans
Flooded French Immersion
with the Secret Service
Shit is so obvious, it
defeats the purpose
If this is your hobby, then
come and meet your maker
Champagne, ring bells in
the streets of Jamaica
Started at the crib, look how
far this shit'll take ya
Ross sittin' on two hunnid
thirty-five acres
And that's facts, Hamdan Mohammed
like my third cousin (Facts)
Mansoor Mohammed like my
real brother (Facts)
Dubai embrace me like
a Emirati (Facts)
All my Rolls-Royces got a
different body (Facts)
Mansory, kitted out with
every option (Facts)
Lemme know if that's a problem (I been
tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
If you got a problem with
me, gotta walk around it
Used to say I had 'fore I
got it, now I got it all
And bein' honest, I don't really
wanna talk about it
And if I didn't have it, wouldn't
wanna sulk about it
I had it so long, I don't
even celebrate it
Negative thoughts don't even
enter my inner matrix
'Magine me still rappin' 'bout
if I never made it
Damn, not too many parallels
left in our lives
I mean, my crib look bigger
through my son's eyes
And the squad look bigger
to the young guys
And my dick feel better
when you drunk, right?
Spend nighttime starin' at the sunrise
And my diamonds all hittin'
like tie-dye
Air Canada Centre nigga when I die
Y'all gon' have to fly in
and do your fake cry
First couple rows, you gon'
see the real guys
The ones that purchase they vehicles
'cause their trunk size
The ones that look at other rappers
like it's lunch time
Watch on my wrist never
showed me crunch time
'Cause I ain't never let it
come to that one time
To be real, man, I never did one crime
But none of my brothers could
caption that line
At all, kill me, that's
talent God wasted
Instant noodles, sriracha,
I still taste it
When mama was too tired to cook
and we had the basics
Now it's a movie, I'm back
at Bellag', wasted
Niggas love tryna put my back
where the walls facin'
Big body frames, wasn't
into car racin'
Me and Chubbs drive by,
shorty heart racin'
I always end up droppin' the
top when it starts rainin'
Livin' in the 6, eight
weeks, sun blazin'
After that, the killers just
go into hibernation
Damn, rest in peace Dolla Bill
How I get a girl and girls
still wanna holla still?
How I'm so famous, gotta live
where they hide the hills?
Everybody that survive
got survivor's guilt
My label gotta prove they love
me, gotta wire mills
My boy kitchen's done, lookin'
like a flour mill
You niggas' faces lookin'
like you drink sour milk
And your albums like some
mothafuckin' fire drills
It's like this shit feels real,
but it's never real (Yeah)
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