Tony Yayo - King Of The Pyrex Remix ft Soulja Boy | Текст песни

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• King Of The Pyrex Remix ft Soulja Boy

[Soulja Boy]
I’m a superstar b-tch get your telescope
all eyes on me like a microscope
me and Yayo doing sh-t that you ain’t never seen
I’m flipping through you weak b-tches like a magazine
and girl jumpin on my d-ck like a trampoline
each instrumental it’s a different murder scene
19 living all my motherf-cking dreams
I can get a hundred thousand in these Gucci jeans
if you left the game they wouldn’t miss him
I kicked in the door f-cked up the whole system
couldn’t explain how this sh-t feel
I’m real important like a hundred dollar bill
everybody want me, yeah they want a piece of me
attack all you want man there ain’t no defeatin’ thee
lyrics courtesy of www.killerhiphop.com
S.O.D terror yeah it’s new era
Boss money (?) shouts outs New Era
n-gga I’m good for ya like a vitamin
250 G’s just to make my tire spin
SOD b-tch my chain look like lightening
hoes at my party but we didn’t invite the b-tch

[Tony Yayo - Chorus]
Street manuscript, cocaine analyst
king of the pyrex I whip it up and I hit a lick
I whip the pyrex then I hit the lick
I whip the pyrex then I hit a lick
I am chef I can show you how to split a brick
I whip it up then I hit a lick

Rockerfella law, cut a lot a time
I keep my head above water New York State of mind
I get shot for the shines like Waka Flocka
the (?) and the fiends are flocking
We got that Bobby and Whitney
throw you a price and you hit me
I throw that b-tch on a scale in a jiffy
but don’t miss me
more money more power that’s the motto
that’s why the US assassinated Pablo
I read palms and the Bible
they tell me pray for my haters but I really find it hard to
designers drugs, designers clothes, my whole neck froze
we Steve Nash hoes
S.O.D G-Unit we G’d up
move 10 bricks now it’s time to re-up
I move around with the Nina
with a bad b-tch with an ass like Trina
New York State of Mind like Billy Joel
I Godfather the blunt the whole philly swoll
all my cars are clean, the new and O(?)
I’m fresh in the town connected with my Kin folk (thats my cousin)
b-tches talking bout a n-gga like Miss Info
I’m in the kitchen water whipping getting more dough
Me and Soulja riding round in the Lambo
we getting money so we ain’t cuffing no hoe

[Chorus]
[End]

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