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Pedro
by Jerome B
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Yeah, said I'm ready now
Wasn't ready before, but I'm ready now, now
Yuh, get it, get it, get it, got, uh, two degree, uh, two degree (One, two, one two)
Say you woker than macchiato, punch like I'm Pacquiao
I be Pedro in the Bronx, who's your daddy now?
You be clubbin to the point you lookin like a caddy now
In a bag but that ain't yours, hittin me for my addy now
Say you woker than macchiato, punch like I'm Pacquiao
I be Pedro in the Bronx, who's your daddy now?
You be clubbin to the point you lookin like a caddy now
In a bag but that ain't yours, hittin me for my addy now
I'm at the spot
I be tendin to the crops
Y'all are going round in circles
Startin to think that y'all are opps
Y'all got props for your roles
I got props for my soul
Gotta convert that to dough
'Fore these thirst traps knocking all on my door
I need a Yoko Ono, feeling like a Lennon
Got a cup tea, I add a slice of lemon
They were asking what the fee for slice of heaven
Told em I donno but know the engine revvin'
So I pop the hood, after which ima go pop the trunk
Healing you no way a doctor would
I know who you are, stop the front
Say you woker than macchiato, punch like I'm Pacquiao
I be Pedro in the Bronx, who's your daddy now?
You be clubbin to the point you lookin like a caddy now
In a bag but that ain't yours, hittin me for my addy now
Say you woker than macchiato, punch like I'm Pacquiao
I be Pedro in the Bronx, who's your daddy now?
You be clubbin to the point you lookin like a caddy now
In a bag but that ain't yours, hittin me for my addy now
Yeah, said I'm ready now
Wasn't ready before, but I'm ready now, now
Yuh, get it, get it, get it, got, uh, two degree, uh, two degree (One, two, one two)
Say you woker than macchiato, punch like I'm Pacquiao
I be Pedro in the Bronx, who's your daddy now?
You be clubbin to the point you lookin like a caddy now
In a bag but that ain't yours, hittin me for my addy now
Say you woker than macchiato, punch like I'm Pacquiao
I be Pedro in the Bronx, who's your daddy now?
You be clubbin to the point you lookin like a caddy now
In a bag but that ain't yours, hittin me for my addy now
I'm at the spot
I be tendin to the crops
Y'all are going round in circles
Startin to think that y'all are opps
Y'all got props for your roles
I got props for my soul
Gotta convert that to dough
'Fore these thirst traps knocking all on my door
I need a Yoko Ono, feeling like a Lennon
Got a cup tea, I add a slice of lemon
They were asking what the fee for slice of heaven
Told em I donno but know the engine revvin'
So I pop the hood, after which ima go pop the trunk
Healing you no way a doctor would
I know who you are, stop the front
Say you woker than macchiato, punch like I'm Pacquiao
I be Pedro in the Bronx, who's your daddy now?
You be clubbin to the point you lookin like a caddy now
In a bag but that ain't yours, hittin me for my addy now
Say you woker than macchiato, punch like I'm Pacquiao
I be Pedro in the Bronx, who's your daddy now?
You be clubbin to the point you lookin like a caddy now
In a bag but that ain't yours, hittin me for my addy now
