lirik lagu pyrex pryce – steezy
[intro]
ferno spazzed on this motherf~cker
ike this sh~t crazy
[verse 1]
yeah i cut out all the cuddling, scooch to the side
two bad b~tches, they coming in
trip to miami not to work but only to soak it in
you the type to cop her a birkin for her to post you on her close friends
no i don’t shoot but i know some n~ggas and they won’t jam
b~tch wanna f~ck and no i can’t make her but the ghost can
throw on the jacket, i’m bout to k!ll ’em i don’t care
surrounded with bosses yeah that’s your n~gga i don’t know him (haha)
[chorus]
you can call me pryce but put the mr. in front of it
i keep a bad b~tch but not to f~ck, just for company
oh you tryna run with us, say you could start from up under me, work your way up to the top, and f~ck around and get in front of me
and i could start rapping today but stunt on n~ggas, that’s fun to me, [?] eating lunch with me
i get money abundantly
real n~ggas, bag getters, only ones who can run with me
baby boy ass n~ggas, all you n~ggas is sons to me
like phoenix, ball post~season, bad b~tch with me took a pill in ibiza
off~white verse got a n~gga feeling st~~zy
gave that b~tch some bread knowing she don’t really need it
can’t n0body see me, feeling like i’m cena, sorry i’m conceited
talking to the mic he run up money, sh~t is easy
shawty let me f~ck but she could never really please me, hope she find jesus
[bridge]
pure cocaine, a1s (haha), like i’m a d~boy
p~ssy n~gga ain’t on sh~t, he just a decoy (yeah)
hoes i can’t save none, they won’t beat me for it
better not say take one, i take it all b~tch
ballin’ on the off day, chillin’ with an off~b~tch
brody on go, that n~gga never had a off switch
oh you want smoke, n~gga, ah sh~t, he done knocked up on the wrong door, i get him off quick
[verse 2]
yeah, this sh~t god’s plan, i’ll be god d~mned, if i let a n~gga try me tell him try again
i done seen my mama cry, and i won’t see her cry again
if my dog lie, he won’t get the chance to lie again
tell the n~gga come and try me and see what i mean
16, big boss they run this sh~t by me
getting paid, remember rapping this sh~t was a hobby
this sh~t god’s plan, don’t need n0body, he got me, yeah he got me
crib so big, i be home, i still get a b~tch to come over and house~sit
and i still feel alone, every day i be surrounded, everybody down him, they all tried to clown me
keep a henny bottle in my hand, i gotta down it
talking to my animals, i feel like robert downey
i’m a rich man, richland, like the county
you the sixth man, quit playing, get from round me (haha)
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[chorus]
you can call me pryce but put the mr. in front of it
i keep a bad b~tch but not to f~ck, just for company
oh you tryna run with us, say you could start from up under me, work your way up to the top, and f~ck around and get in front of me
and i could start rapping today but stunt on n~ggas, that’s fun to me, [?] eating lunch with me
i get money abundantly
real n~ggas, bag getters, only ones who can run with me
baby boy ass n~ggas, all you n~ggas is sons to me
like phoenix, ball post~season, bad b~tch with me took a pill in ibiza
off~white verse got a n~gga feeling st~~zy
gave that b~tch some bread knowing she don’t really need it
can’t n0body see me, feeling like i’m cena, sorry i’m conceited
talking to the mic he run up money, sh~t is easy
shawty let me f~ck but she could never really please me, hope she find jesus
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