Lemon Tea (feat. MOSH PITT)
Pedro Manuel
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Yeah this that, this that type of shit you gotta let it play out Just let it breathe Let that bad boy breathe This that shit rich nigga's bump when they lounge on them couches This that shit 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 fucking working Music finally get paid huh Niggas 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, motherfucker 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, kill 'em kill 'em kill 'em Kill them all I fucking hate you Yeah I fucking hate you Yeah you wanna hear my voice? Well I fucking made you niggas you my son huh (Son these niggas) That Dior on my clothes, that Versace on my face I got the molly, I got the bean, niggas 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 shit My bad I just murdered you but the stains are orange after a quick wash Ain't that right Norman? (Oh my god) All I hear is murder, kill kill kill What the fucks 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 writting That's my clan Tell me what's the plan? Creeping through World Trade for big bands DEA, K9's on my trail Drones in the sky for real I get psycho like Michael when I kill I get psycho like Michael when I kill
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Written by: Marcel Bryant, Pedro Figueroa
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