Black Soprano Family - Mr. Pyrex Man lyrics

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Black Soprano Family - Mr. Pyrex Man lyrics

[Intro] Ah It really ain't sh*t to talk about I do this sh*t for the streets Straight like that though Ah, it's like a breath of Fresh Ayr Yo, I'm Mr. Pyrex Man [Chorus] Got my chicken up, whippin' up, droppin' off and pickin' up ni**a what? My picture still up on Seneca Hit a lick and split it up, Benz coupe, I tint it up Spent more on jewels 'cause I don't give a fu*k [Verse 1] They think I'm good 'cause I'm up, well, in a nutshell To labels, I'ma upsell street credit plus sells They say it's luck, well, I proved 'em wrong A half a million bucks later, yup, they still pray to see us fail I'm really livin', crib way out the city limit Bag the big up in eight balls, only take twenty minutes And ni**as know my face card, run it up, I don't take long Far as albums, I hatе y'all's, my sh*t be really hittin' Threw a dufflе bag right to the plug like a shuffle pass Impossible, I blew through obstacles ni**as struggled past Gave ni**as game and they fumbled that, I come with that Humble flex, this Cartier drippin', doin' jumpin' jacks Can't take ni**as serious, I pop big sh*t and get these rap ni**as furious My b*tch be like, "Period" Stones in the Cuban get cold as Lake Erie get Weak advice from fu*k ni**as who ain't give me sh*t [Chorus] Got my chicken up, whippin' up, droppin' off and pickin' up ni**a what? My picture still up on Seneca Hit a lick and split it up, Benz coupe, I tint it up Spent more on jewels 'cause I don't give a fu*k [Post-Chorus] What y'all ni**as know about the streets on the internet talkin' freely? Never touched this kind of paper and secretly, you wanna be me Your hustle off completely, but I'm readin' off a cheat sheet Stacked a couple hundred neatly, my team goin' for a threepeat [Verse 2] I'm holy as the Vatican, I'm passionate My hunger for drug money and ratchet sh*t just creep up sporadically Put a brick around me and that'll be assault and battery My city ain't seen this before me and won't after me The mail stacked up so I'm sittin' on checks What we gon' spend it on next? Jewels drippin', on set I need a spot out in Florida where the Seminole's at You know, Jacksonville to Tampa Bay like I'm Leonard Fournette I got love for my ni**as, some anxious and some patient The patient ones up, the others just want cases Put my chain on the table and b*tches start sunbathin' When I dropped my last sh*t, ni**as knew I was done playin', uh [Chorus] Got my chicken up, whippin' up, droppin' off and pickin' up ni**a what? My picture still up on Seneca Hit a lick and split it up, Benz coupe, I tint it up Spent more on jewels 'cause I don't give a fu*k [Post-Chorus] What y'all ni**as know about the streets on the internet talkin' freely? Never touched this kind of paper and secretly, you wanna be me Your hustle off completely, but I'm readin' off a cheat sheet Stacked a couple hundred neatly, my team goin' for a threepeat

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