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letra de lemonade freestyle remix - darrell medellin

[intro: jeremy passion, darrell medellin]
like a tall glass of lemonade (heh, heh, heh)
when it’s burning hot on summer days (dumb b-tch)
she’s exactly what i need (straight out the motherf-ckin’ [?])

[verse 1: darrell medellin, p-lo]
get paid
i sip heem with pink lemonade
i don’t trip on no b-tch, i just meditate
i don’t act like i’m better, i just educate
i don’t like broke b-tches, keep ’em seperated
i’m from the filipinas
she wanna feel my p-n-s
’cause i’m a f-cking g*nius
but i ain’t the leanest
big boy, feel like b.i.g (oh whoa whoa whoa)
notorious
i like how i live and it’s glorious (aye, aye)

[verse 2: p-lo]
i’m just goin’ dumb
i don’t ovеrthink
bet she wanna suck it
like a boba drink
evеrywhere i go
people notice me
baby, buss it wild
baby, open it
uh, bay boy, but i go hoes in socal
if she look, then she took, i’m swift like [?]
wanna f-ck with me, she wanna up her profile
he slash him, b-tch, that’s my pr-nouns
with the dope [?], i’ma stack it up
aye, she a bad lil b-tch, told her “back it up”
only got lil booty but it’s stackin’ up
we the ones up, that’s why they made at us
got ’em salty
get ’em off me
i’m a real vibe
h-lla saucy
really steppin’ hard
do it often
stone cold now, i’m steve austin
it’s a world champ low, like i’m manny
i just want the top, tell her “keep on them panties”
island boy, roots from where it’s sandy
the bread always comes first just like a sandwich
yeah
[bridge: darrell medellin]
you ain’t chase no 42 with no jollibee gravy
ask p, i ain’t never played the ukulele
i ain’t never been a sucka, never been a simp
told a b-tch “gimme paper” that’s my friend with benefits
when life give you lemons, you remix it
beat a hater senseless with a beat by the senses
f-ck all them hoes, i been real, can’t censor me
cebu city legend, west une since elementary

[verse 3: darrell medellin]
got the c2 special, two rice on the side
extra gravy and i slide in her peach mango thighs
miss filipinas f-ck with me and she peach mango fine
lucky chances with the homies, get tocino every time
look, yeah, i seen both sides
i was born on an island with a lot of f-ckin’ pride
a bunch of nice people with a bunch of hurt smiles
livin’ in poverty, i’ma make us rich ’cause we ought to be
we’re more than karaoke and jollibee
f-ck what you thought, i’ma make no apology
i just wanna say “thanks” to the fam
west une, d1, b-tch, stick to the plan

[outro: chant]
f-ck it up, d1, f-ck it up
f-ck it up, d1, f-ck it up
f-ck it up, d1, f-ck it up
f-ck it up, d1, f-ck it up
now put yo’ hands up
now put yo’ hands up
put yo’, put yo’, put yo’ hands up
now put yo’ hands up
put yo’ hands up
now put yo’, put yo’ motherf-ckin’ hands up

- darrell medellin

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