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lirik lagu everything lit – pyrex pryce

nah this sh*t ain’t funny, so many fake n*ggas round me, i’m starting to think this sh*t ain’t for me
p*ssy, stop all the lying we know you ain’t gettin’ no money
b*tch i stay on the block like i’m drummond
she one look away from the d*ck in her tummy
you one word a way from in it like a mummy
and i said it was love but no b*tch i don’t keep no promises
where would you be if my future wasn’t promised
she threw that neck and took me to the promised land
you get a shot or two if you if you a opposite
she gave me brain like the b*tch had a doctorate
b*tch if i cheat i expect an apology
she keep on nagging, i don’t let it bother mе
used to dump me but now i can’t get that b*tch off of mе
i can’t sign for no less than a mil if they’re offering
thank god so i put a few racks in my offering
chopper seem like the operate
she suck me up just like monica
we in big bodies, i had to get it right, they all tuned
you tryna be gang if i tell you to shoot it’s not optional
don’t think you alone all my n*ggas, they watching
and i didn’t want to k!ll em i did what i gotta do
and that b*tch thought she special, but i got a lot of them
i can shoot with my left i ain’t using my dominant
and ain’t sh*t you can say, you ain’t making it, stop
shoot from the hip, i ain’t aiming the glock
can’t take nothing from me, p*ssy, you never could sum me
say pyrex three times in the mirror i might just get summing
(noah cuz)
yeah i’m coming straight from the rain, now i’m in la, i look up it’s always so sunny
now i look back you was always so bummy (noah why you)
i’m on my demon sh*t, 5 in the morning
chopper spit faster than rapping with joyner
my b*tch got a b*tch i keep asking to join her
yeah my stick got a switch i just can’t wait to just point it
she ain’t know what to do so i gave her some pointers
i got pointers, my watches [?]
i wake up to some neck call it top of the morning
throw that sh*t in the whip so i gotta just floor it
b*tch i’m keeping more whips than the motherf*cking foreigns
[?] all my shoes, you excited for jordans
and my main b*tch a nurse and my side b*tch a florist
i don’t get her no flowers that sh*t kinda boring
had a meeting at 5 then i go benihana, at 7 i’m boarding
straight to bidness, i don’t do connections, you funny
got a country b*tch, stay out in florence, come back to the met and she always gon’ have something for me
b*tch i’m at the top floor with the boss, yeah this taxable money
i don’t give a f*ck bout no opposite
you got a check and start flossing it, looks like you new to this sh*t
man i swear this sh*t off, nah there ain’t really sh*t that’s just off for me
i hope you don’t try it, he get his heat back if you crossing me
and i stay fighting pain like jiraiya but this sh*t too awesome
least you can cry but just get the f*ck off of me
don’t put it past me i k!ll the whole clan like itachi, if that’s what i gotta do
imma dog just like akamaru but that’s how i gotta be
shoutout to donovan, i wouldn’t be rapping if it wasn’t for him, yeah he brought this sh*t outta me
all this sh*t just for me, give a f*ck if you proud of me
i stop rapping today i could still be a scholar, like back in the day how i whip the impala
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- pyrex pryce

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