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pedro manuel – lemon tea كلمات اغاني

[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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