Lemonade Freestyle by Trifecta 3rd Degree Lyrics

We Outchea

Call me the Birdman
I make her Tapout
Run around her house
Call that Lap out
Your bitch obsessed about my dick, snap out

What she want?


Bitch, call me Tarzan
I be fucking monkey dick

But guess they don't want that fucking toothpick (OOHH)

What she want?
Toothpicks cause they're skeet in her teeth get it rip


You're delivery's here, delivery time
We call that Chief Keef, Macaroni Time
I gave you that, that's real nice
Its nighttime, turn on the headlights

Fly as shit, we out here
Spitting free verse outchea

Ain't nobody fucking with my clique

Except that nigga Don cause he a damn bitch

We always come first like football in picks

What she want, I still don't know what she want
She so indecisive
Man it's not fish filet cuh

Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ
He saved you from [?]
They call him the way, the truth, and the life


Nahh

Listen this is how we live
We do it everyday every style, leh go
I get hoes, like dirt
Treat these hoes, like dirt

Treat these hoes like ladies?
Nah bruh treat my dick like Cheney's

We stomp on them like some Lay's chips
We don't give them [?]
Bartenders, no tips

I don't know what we doing but it sounds good
What you think we from the same neighborhood
Mr. Rogers (spitting fire)
Mr. Rogers
(Ain't playing with y'all niggas) Mr. Rogers

An eagle flying high in the sky
Cause he damn high

What they want? (Jesus Christ)