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Lemon Meringue II: Who you know Video (MV)




Performed By: Shorty-G
Language: English
Length: 3:38
Written by: Kai Smith




Shorty-G - Lemon Meringue II: Who you know Lyrics
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Yeah
Nigga move
Get out the way
Get out the way
Nigga move uh
Get out the way
Get out the way
Get out the way
What can you do for me
Nigga
Why do you do this to me
Why you only bring me new to me huh
Why you only bring me Tom Foolery
What's up with all the bad news to me huh
Tell me what you can do for me hun
Why you can't never tell me what you on
These niggas fake as they hoeass jewelry
Let me show you what real niggas own uh
He from the south side
Hit in the pit and his tuitary comin' out
Real slimy cause his cuddin'
Bleedin' on the couch and couldn't cut it out
Real grimy cause the timing bringin'
All the fears and the veins out
I thought I couldn't cry
Another tear just came out
I thought it was a feeling drought
Till they put a nigga in the house
Now they keep tryna call a nigga crazy uh
Bitch I might be
(Hol on)
What do you stand for
What do you stand for
What do you stand for
What do you stand for
Huh I'm knowing niggas offended
I don't do Christians
I don't do none of that shit on your wish list
Nigga move get out my way
Get off my wave uh
What can you do for me huh
I am not here for your time
I'm here for the vibe
Promise to pay you no mind
Way too special
Not in the lane with the guys
Why am I complaints in the sky
I feel the way and
I'm Spinnin' and
Spinnin' and
Spinnin and
Spinnin' and
Spinnin' and
Spinnin again till the feeling subside uh
These niggass lied
I'm hopin' I'm paintin' that picture uh
They ain't them guys
I'm knowin' these niggas in real life
Nigga's not even a mister (ee ee ee ee)
I know that nigga real whole government
He don't have time for a picture uh
Watch what I do to his sister uh
Oh my good gracious this is a wasteland
Tryin' to take a nigga out the trash
He's a wasteman
What do you do when all your patnas is hated by the rich man
But you wanna
Rich man
Wanna be the
System error
Rich man rich man
Poor man bitch man
We don't give a f*ck if you was on and off the Forbes list
Goddamn nigga pipe down
Get a grip man
All you talk about is all that Instagram shit man
Ooh me and Picasso
Chillax in the nighttime
Countin' the digits we in the end zone
Tracks on the board Shorty baby no scrimmage
Me and my team we dream
We pray no limit
We finna go get it
Nah we not in the same boat
I thought the nigga would ooh we
Niggas disparaging
I thought the nigga would uh screw me
I caught him with counterfeit Louis bags
I told him to uh sue me
These niggas can't carry the weight of my carats
They couldn't shell out my jeweler fees
Just for the price that I put on my pinky
I make him jump over me uh
I make a nigga get over you
I make a nigga get over you twice
A nigga start seein' these ovaries
Skiskrt through the late night
Cause I don't want niggas to notice me
How they won't notice me
I'ma tiptoe like a thief
I'ma just make him the Jodeci
Now he my groupie
Ooh we'll absolutely cut a nigga off
I am not the bitch to call to make a bitch go soft
I don't give a f*ck what a bitch on
She can get her shit done too
Nigga I'm your boss
Cut your losses uhuh
Bitch f*ck you
Aye bitch you ain't never been on shit
Word to my mama
You got me f*cked up you think I'm going with you bitch
I don't give a f*ck what you on
F*ck that
What can you do for me uh uh
What can you do for me uh uh uh
What can you do for me uh uh
What can you do for me uh uh
What can you do for me uh
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Yeah
Nigga move
Get out the way
Get out the way
Nigga move uh
Get out the way
Get out the way
Get out the way
What can you do for me
Nigga
Why do you do this to me
Why you only bring me new to me huh
Why you only bring me Tom Foolery
What's up with all the bad news to me huh
Tell me what you can do for me hun
Why you can't never tell me what you on
These niggas fake as they hoeass jewelry
Let me show you what real niggas own uh
He from the south side
Hit in the pit and his tuitary comin' out
Real slimy cause his cuddin'
Bleedin' on the couch and couldn't cut it out
Real grimy cause the timing bringin'
All the fears and the veins out
I thought I couldn't cry
Another tear just came out
I thought it was a feeling drought
Till they put a nigga in the house
Now they keep tryna call a nigga crazy uh
Bitch I might be
(Hol on)
What do you stand for
What do you stand for
What do you stand for
What do you stand for
Huh I'm knowing niggas offended
I don't do Christians
I don't do none of that shit on your wish list
Nigga move get out my way
Get off my wave uh
What can you do for me huh
I am not here for your time
I'm here for the vibe
Promise to pay you no mind
Way too special
Not in the lane with the guys
Why am I complaints in the sky
I feel the way and
I'm Spinnin' and
Spinnin' and
Spinnin and
Spinnin' and
Spinnin' and
Spinnin again till the feeling subside uh
These niggass lied
I'm hopin' I'm paintin' that picture uh
They ain't them guys
I'm knowin' these niggas in real life
Nigga's not even a mister (ee ee ee ee)
I know that nigga real whole government
He don't have time for a picture uh
Watch what I do to his sister uh
Oh my good gracious this is a wasteland
Tryin' to take a nigga out the trash
He's a wasteman
What do you do when all your patnas is hated by the rich man
But you wanna
Rich man
Wanna be the
System error
Rich man rich man
Poor man bitch man
We don't give a f*ck if you was on and off the Forbes list
Goddamn nigga pipe down
Get a grip man
All you talk about is all that Instagram shit man
Ooh me and Picasso
Chillax in the nighttime
Countin' the digits we in the end zone
Tracks on the board Shorty baby no scrimmage
Me and my team we dream
We pray no limit
We finna go get it
Nah we not in the same boat
I thought the nigga would ooh we
Niggas disparaging
I thought the nigga would uh screw me
I caught him with counterfeit Louis bags
I told him to uh sue me
These niggas can't carry the weight of my carats
They couldn't shell out my jeweler fees
Just for the price that I put on my pinky
I make him jump over me uh
I make a nigga get over you
I make a nigga get over you twice
A nigga start seein' these ovaries
Skiskrt through the late night
Cause I don't want niggas to notice me
How they won't notice me
I'ma tiptoe like a thief
I'ma just make him the Jodeci
Now he my groupie
Ooh we'll absolutely cut a nigga off
I am not the bitch to call to make a bitch go soft
I don't give a f*ck what a bitch on
She can get her shit done too
Nigga I'm your boss
Cut your losses uhuh
Bitch f*ck you
Aye bitch you ain't never been on shit
Word to my mama
You got me f*cked up you think I'm going with you bitch
I don't give a f*ck what you on
F*ck that
What can you do for me uh uh
What can you do for me uh uh uh
What can you do for me uh uh
What can you do for me uh uh
What can you do for me uh
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Writer: Kai Smith
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