Cilla Ramos - Lemonade Lyrics

Oh la la
Oh he taste like lemonade
Summertime, ooh you fine
Make me feel some kind of way
Baby you my favorite
Little party favor
Mix it up with me boy I can compliment your flavors
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah
I'll be your sugar honey iced tea, iced tea
You need a little jawn like me, like me
Got that fruity pussy, Hi-C, Hi-C
All you gotta do is try me, try me
I'm a baddie I'm from New York, New York
I got money but I want more, I want more
I like you cuz bout your paper, your paper
Favorite flavor, goal chaser, money maker oh la la
Boy you know I'm fly and I'm about my shit
Only f*ck with you if you gon' make me rich
But you a fine ass nigga baby, you the shit
Lemonade, oh I love the way you drip
You so fancy, baby boy you match my style
You make Cilla Ramos wanna stay a while
I just wrote a banger keep it on repeat
Summertime cruising with my lemon squeeze
Oh la la
Oh he taste like lemonade
Summertime, ooh you fine
Make me feel some kind of way
Baby you my favorite
Little party favor
Mix it up with me boy I can compliment your flavors
Oh la la
Oh he taste like lemonade
Summertime, ooh you fine
Make me feel some kind of way
Baby you my favorite
Little party favor
Mix it up with me boy I can compliment your flavors
Oooh Baby I'm the one to call
If you need me boy I'm down
For you I'll always be around
If you wanna we can ball
Baby you can have it all
I'll do anything you want
Baby, baby lets ball, ball, oh la la
Oh you taste like Lemonade
Yea you make me feel some kind of way
My favorite party favor
Yea I can compliment your flavors