Players / Lemon (Mixed)

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[Chorus: Rihanna] I get it how I live it I live it how I get it Count the mothafuckin' digits I pull up with a lemon Not 'cause she ain't livin' It's just your eyes get acidic And this here ain't a scrimmage Mothafucka, we ain't finished I told you we won't stop A nigga 'bouta business Like yours, but you rent it Wave hello to the top Nigga the Veyron glide Tell the paparazzi get the lens right Got the window down, top, blowin' la Got the hazards on, only doin' five [Verse: Rihanna] You can catch me, Rih, in the new La Ferrar' And the truck behind me got arms Yeah, longer than LeBron Just waitin' for my thumb like The Fonz Woo! This beat tastes like lunch But it's runnin' from veneers and it's runnin' from the fronts But everyday, hey, wasn't lemonade I was afraid, once a nigga graduate Would I be okay? So I prayed and I played It's Rihanna, nigga My constellation in space Warp speed, Doctor Spock couldn't chase, nigga [Bridge: Pharrell Williams] Nigga, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face Bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face
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