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lirik lagu naismith – pyrex pryce

[intro]
based1 got them bands ho

[verse 1]
i live by the saying “another dolla another day”
another b*tch is getting slaved
a lot of money getting made
i got money in the bank, they callin’ me cena
i just pulled off in a, and if you ever seen it, that sh*t was a demon, lil’ shawty a demon
but she still on her knees f*ck me like i was a deacon
she told me to change, i told lil’ shawty to keep it
i gotta get the febreeze, i gotta cover the weed
he got in front of the dream, i’m putting buddy to sleep
i feel like sat*rday just cause i put an end to thе week
oh you gotta stick with the bs, sound like you kidding to me
you makin’ monеy but i can tell you is different than me
i just pulled off in the aston, test me guarantee all you n*ggas passing
jetski when in miami, i got a bad b*tch
s*xt me baby, i want it inside a backseat
next please, i’m in and out of shawty the fast way
[chorus]
but that ain’t none of my dang business
in la with the cully i got the gang in it
anytime there’s some drama she throw my name in it
nowadays i know all the problems f*cking with lame b*tches (cough, cough)
in the studio coughing, the cookie strangle me
if it’s ever been a problem, they ain’t say sh*t
i been through a lot of b*tches in the matrix
turn into a whole ‘nother n*gga when the bass hit
i been shootin’ like i might just get a naismith
f*ck her then i told her to take care on some drake sh*t
never wore a pair of ray*bans on my face
it was straight to the cartier frames and the bracelets
and my b*tch is jane doe, she’ll forever be faceless
push out the best i’m a young n*gga, tasteless
n*gga push come to shove when it comes to the met, b*tch i’m more than the best, it’s a test, imma ace it

[verse 2]
sh*t i might just go platinum, i’ll turn ’em to ashes
i’ll blacken my shoes so i go head and match them
every night for me look like the last f*cking supper
i look on your plate and decease you the fastest
i just took a pic, i don’t know what to caption it
but f*ck it i’ll probably just say i get cash, and get cash, and get cash, til i run out of characters
i can’t let no b*tches get me out of character
she bryan, gotta cook, like my name was cranston
she eyeing, take a look it’s always in my hand b*tch
she be sighing, i’m like god b*tch is for the land
shawty cryin’, tellin’ me to get her out of jam
but i ain’t like that, i just gotta treat her like a fan
treat her to the d*ck, i never treat her to a dance
two shots, one for me and one for all the p*ssy n*ggas watching in the stands
ass buried in they hands
[chorus]
but that ain’t none of my dang business
in la with the cully i got the gang in it
anytime there’s some drama she throw my name in it
nowadays i know all the problems f*cking with lame b*tches (cough, cough)
in the studio coughing, the cookie strangle me
if it’s ever been a problem, they ain’t say sh*t
i been through a lot of b*tches in the matrix
turn into a whole ‘nother n*gga when the bass hit
i been shootin’ like i might just get a naismith
f*ck her then i told her to take care on some drake sh*t
never wore a pair of ray*bans on my face
it was straight to the cartier frames and the bracelets
and my b*tch is jane doe, she’ll forever be faceless
push out the best i’m a young n*gga, tasteless
n*gga push come to shove when it comes to the met, b*tch i’m more than the best, it’s a test, imma ace it

- pyrex pryce

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