Murs - Lemon Juice lyrics

[Hook: Curtiss King] Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Hold up, homie, why you gotta get in my way? You see me tryna holla at this little dime piece Why you gotta put your lemon juice in my game? Why you gotta squeeze that lemon juice in my game? Hold up, homie, why you gotta get in my way? Interception, offside, this is my play Why you gotta put your lemon juice in my game? Why you gotta squeeze that lemon juice in my game? [Verse 1: Murs] Now once upon a time when I was lookin' very fly I saw a girl almost as dope as me, she caught my eye But before I could walk over to this girl and say a thing I was interrupted by this nerd Curtiss King [Verse 2: Curtiss King] Now excuse me pretty lady, don't want to come at you crazy But if he gave you his number, I think you need to erase it Oh no, I'm not a hater like that man is not a shaver But look at his Instagram, he wearin' [?] leggings [Verse 3: Murs] Now if Curtiss was a jedi, his lightsaber would be clear That means nonexistent like his f**in' rap career Look his breath got your face melted, please make your choice Do you want a Blake Shelton or a reject from a Royce? [Verse 4: Curtiss King] Hold up, listen to his language, ain't he so damn offensive? When I look inside your eyes, I see the loyalist missus Do you really need a man to give you fourth and some inches? Havin' your couch smellin' like spoiled oil and incense [Hook: Curtiss King] Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Hold up, homie, why you gotta get in my way? You see me tryna holla at this little dime piece Why you gotta put your lemon juice in my game? Why you gotta squeeze that lemon juice in my game? Hold up, homie, why you gotta get in my way? Interception, offside, this is my play Why you gotta put your lemon juice in my game? Why you gotta squeeze that lemon juice in my game? [Verse 5: Curtiss King] Forget you ever met him but you don't forget my number He be forgettin' to forget, that's a goddamn conundrum This n***a got a Sian but me, I got a Kia How he gotta charge his car before we even come to see ya? [Verse 6: Murs] Why you yellin', high yellin' a** n***a, baby, please Ain't you tired of these flakey emo Drake wannabees? You piss coloured dish scrubbers, still livin' with your mother How you got the nerve to diss a real motherf**er? [Verse 7: Curtiss King] Hold up, girl, I'm so cold I freeze a burn in a sauna And Murs so old, he got a Walkman in his pocket He probably even went to kindergarten with your mamas Sweet Lord, I mean for real, is he even worth the problem? [Verse 8: Murs] Cool story, bro but let's state facts Curtiss used to light skin, you probably hate blacks Come get inside truck, baby, it's all about you So is it him or it's me? Come on, what you wanna do? [Hook: Curtiss King] Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Hold up, homie, why you gotta get in my way? You see me tryna holla at this little dime piece Why you gotta put your lemon juice in my game? Why you gotta squeeze that lemon juice in my game? Hold up, homie, why you gotta get in my way? Interception, offside, this is my play Why you gotta put your lemon juice in my game? Why you gotta squeeze that lemon juice in my game?