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letra de cortelyou - pedro manuel

[intro]
shout out my mama
shout out my family
shout out slum gang
and all that sh-t n-gga let’s run it

[chorus]
off to cortelyou to chill with dancers
movie stars, p-rn stars, and actresses, they gather
i’m a black sheep, rest in power, chris farley
when you ask me if i feel shame, i say hardly

[verse 1]
huh, brooklyn 59th street, where they caught me
in the black beetle smoking kush with paul mccartney
givin’ more hits out than crackers, puffin’ on the cartage
we givin’ love out, but don’t forget, we givin’ out carnage
lotsa, lotsa drugs and hugs on my side
i call em’ both young ladies, she crackin’ a smile
later on, her son called me, daddy, i ain’t your father
i’m spittin’ too much like my bad, my saliva
wherе’s the sativa i’m feelin’ mellow like yеllow
my aura’s red like lava, so my bar is cold like weather
change of gravity to the situation, i’m dippin’ like cheddar
nothin’s for free, so my verse don’t cost you a fella
where my super suit frozone? i’m out in tri-state
n-ggas snapped when i pulled up, avengers dyin’
i’ll take my flowers now, stop f-ckin’ cryin’
i play god like bruce almighty
my ego too much, my mama said if i drop weight
i’ll be in hollywood before the end of my kanye
i don’t know what that means, so i graduated and got cray
now n-ggas in paris with an rpg and my ak
i’m too dangerous, they said, like, who really told you that?
i’m from new york, i promise i’m nice
i’m lying in fact
who the f-ck said that? might be the voice in my head
might be the crackhead cross the street, she’ll trade an 8th for some head
attention all my listeners
you didn’t think i’d make it far, yeah, that’s true
i’m still in this b-tch, like, yeah, that’s true
and i still freestyle on my tracks, they don’t have a clue
[chorus]
off to cortelyou to chill with dancers
movie stars, p-rn stars, and actresses, they gather
i’m a black sheep, rest in power, chris farley
when you ask me if i feel shame, i say hardly

[verse 2]
it’s the trick in the wrist, it’s the fl!ck in the b-tch
i got a b-tch in my mouth and i’ll save her for din’
what’s for dinner? i got a full course meal, come sit down
i gotta tell you how i made this sound, alright
chef p doing better than most, that sh-t’s tight
these internet critics ain’t sh-t, you know they all white
you n-ggas is memes, you n-ggas be leaving on swipe
i never laugh, but lol, my pockets fat
and so is my b-tch’s ass, she from dirty shal’
never had to take her out for sh-t, cause she know my style
i know these white folks don’t like me, like, i don’t give a how
how you feeling? i’m trying to make them know without a sound

- pedro manuel

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