Lemon Pepper

Extra lemon pepper on my wings, -
I ain't got no rap for - or no sing, -
I ain't got no rap for -
I ain't got no rap for -

Got it all on tonight, -, I'm showin' out (yeah)
Filthy- -, keep my name out your mouth (dirty -)
I'm the pretty one and you just look okay
Ask him for a bag and his reply is always, "Okay"
- play they part just to - the same- as me
He tell a white lie, I make that - cop another key

I was bad as - in school and, -, I'm still bad (I'm still bad)
JT a convicted felon and I'm still on they -
These Rick Owens, boo, these ain't prison pants (prison pants)
If the bag big enough, he get a second chance
Smokin' on some- smell like a - floppin' down
Used to be the -, look at that - floppin' now

Extra lemon pepper on my wings, -
I ain't got no rap for - or no sing, -
I'm in a relationship, lookin' real single
Big - slippin' out, yeah, it's givin' freak -, ow

Pink and purple new diamonds, got my wrist frostbit (ice)
He ate my - on the yacht, now a - seasick (water)
JT tear the club up just like I'm Three six
Like a block of that rerock, he gon' wanna remix

I'ma shake my donk, Valentino pumps
I'm the one buddy love, my - fat, Professor Klumps
On my Queen Bey -, he in love and he drunk
I'm a Dade County -, I shoot dice and play tonk

Got it all on tonight, -, I'm showin' out
Filthy -, keep my name out your mouth
I'm the pretty one and you just look okay
Ask him for a bag and his reply is always, "Okay"
- play they part just to - the same- as me
He tell a white lie, I make that - cop another key
I was bad as - in school and, -, I'm still bad
JT a convicted felon and I'm still on they -

Extra lemon pepper on my wings, -
I ain't got no rap for - or no sing, -
I'm in a relationship, lookin' real single (what?)
Big - slippin' out, yeah, it's givin' freak ho (yeah), ow (heh)

Barely got your first Chanel, your - really trash (ew)
Like, -, you dog- ugly
That's why you eatin' - (- eater)
Hah, I'm in Givenchy boots (heh), calf skin on my calves (heh) (ow)
My - keep complainin', like, "-, cover up that -"
I can't help it, though, hood -, order me a number four (order up)
Smackin' Popeyes on a PJ, then I poured another (poured up)

Exotic pop, twenties, double-D -, I stash his - (yeah)
Dusty - tryna - with me, can't even afford a chop (hah)
Got folded in your clothes while you was in 'em
Then you called the cops
You from whatever - you -in' at the time block (on blood)
Baddest - throwin' up B's (whoop), this Bottega eight G's (banana)
I'm pretty in real life, hah, like I'm JT (big stunna)

Got it all on tonight, -, I'm showin' out
Filthy-ass -, keep my name out your mouth
I'm the pretty one and you just look okay
Ask him for a bag and his reply is always, "Okay"
- play they part just to - the same- as me
He tell a white lie, I make that - cop another key
I was bad as - in school and, -, I'm still bad
JT a convicted felon and I'm still on they -

Extra lemon pepper on my wings, -
I ain't got no rap for - or no sing, -
I'm in a relationship, lookin' real single
Big - slippin' out, yeah, it's givin' freak -, ow



Credits
Writer(s): Maurice Jordan, Lasana Smith, Jatavia Johnson, Lucas Difabbio, Suzanne Brown
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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