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letra de lemon tea - pedro manuel

[intro: pedro manuel]
yeah this that, this that type of sh-t you gotta let it play out
just let it breathe
let that bad boy breathe

[verse 1: pedro manuel]
this that sh-t rich n-gga’s bump when they lounge on them couches
this that sh-t that came out of my mind i had to bounce it
they just nothing to me i had to take my time with dropping
the changes in the scenery they said the plays astounding
i guess
i guess
nothing really hot as me
tear this whole ass city apart
what’s is next the world you see
i hate to break it to you but i’m here to stay
hip-hop’s stepfather you gon respect my name
cuz your daddy didn’t want you he went to get some milk
i can relate
daddy checked out i was 15
never there when i was coping
now the flows are working
300 in one week
now i’m f-cking working
music finally get paid huh n-ggas keep caring too much
never wanna f-ck with me
cut you like cutlery
feed you to dogs to eat
now they wanna f-ck with me (uh huh)
now they wanna f-ck with me (uh huh)
now they wanna f-ck with me (uh huh)
and it was simple really
i trip up, my zip up
that’s why you ain’t hear no whip up i sip up
i ain’t talking no medication, i’m talking lemon tea
yeah that tea that swirl around in my cup
i’m too drunk, i f-ck up, i go off, i pop off
freestyle the king, motherf-cker look at the rings
i see em all, they gon to bow down and kiss, kiss
kiss me more like doja
baby girl you know you
baby girl you know you want a piece of me
you see how i flow it how i go it you already know who be
be the one to run them all, k!ll ’em k!ll ’em k!ll ’em
k!ll them all i f-cking hate you
yeah i f-cking hate you
yeah you wanna hear my voice?
well i f-cking made you n-ggas you my son huh (son these n-ggas)
that dior on my clothes, that versace on my face
i got the molly, i got the bean, n-ggas be karen
back to the subject, telling y’all the truth, telling all the truth y’all want to hear
in a loop i can’t stand it here
y’all keep saying the same sh-t
my bad i just murdered you but the stains are orange after a quick wash
ain’t that right norman? (oh my god)
ain’t that right norman?
[verse 2: mosh pitt]
all i hear is murder, k!ll k!ll k!ll
what the f-cks the deal? people’s gotta chill
cause it’s real, ain’t no game not a place to save
guard your lane kid, don’t cross mine
f-ck the time, i did it for my bloodline
they wanna take what’s mine
bring your best shot
too late, headshot i’m too quick
hit ’em with the scope
f-ck these hoes, tryna take my peso’s
domino effect, expect wreck
i’ll murder any crew, who tryna step?
f-ck off, nah haters got me pressed
i’m not god, i’m not death
i’m just that kid speaking off my chest
ain’t it frightening?
what slum kids be writing
that’s my clan
tell me what’s the plan?
creeping through world trade for big bands
d-e-a, k9’s on my trail
drones in the sky for real
i get psycho like michael when i k!ll
i get psycho like michael when i k!ll

- pedro manuel

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