She said, she said to you (To you), to you (Fuckin' bitch)
My girlfriend (Yeah, that’s my girl)
She hates my guts, I think she wants me dead (She wants me dead)
It's probably different than the things she said
She said, she said to you (To you), to you (Fuckin' bitch)
Yeah, I don't really understand what's wrong (Yeah, yeah)
I don't really understand what's wrong (Yeah, yeah)
I don't really understand what’s wrong (Yeah, yeah)
What’s wrong? (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, woah
It's such a damn shame
She ain’t my main thing
She talk a big game
That fuckin' bitch
Lemonade, lemonade
Lips taste just like Minute Maid
Pussy feel like summer days
Baby can we run away
Away from all the fuckin' pain
I'm feelin’ way too fuckin' drained
Lemonade, lemonade
Emotions mix like lemonade
You my little angel, my baby girl, you're my everything
You tell me you love me then tell me you hate me
Make up your mind before you go and betray
You was my baby but I have to see you lately
