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bongobirch - pyrex lyrics

pyrex lyrics
i pour the lean so dark, it look like crown royal
and my shooters got my back, yeah i know they loyal

my lean is tinted, my windows tinted
i put more codeine in my sprite, just so i could sip it
i got this pistol on my hip, i would not attempt it
and i don’t ever leave a witness, i can’t be convicted
that xanny really got me, passed out in the bentley backseat
got all of my shooters behind me
f+ck 12 cuz i know they can’t find me
trust god cuz’ i know that he guide me
i put the dough in my cul+de+sac
i know you been dissing i notice that
i jumped off the porch and i made a stack
you fumbled the ball when you took a sack
and my b+tch is badder than livvy dunne
i still keep my chop when i’m on the run
don’t get me wrong, it’s a heavy gun
i bust at my opps, what i do for fun
and don’t let me find where you stay at
i’m sending bullets where you lay at
if i don’t hit first i get payback
want smoke?
shut up and just say that
yuh, shut up and just say that
i got drunk and forgot where the wraith at
bongobirch write a check then erase it
when you got that kind of money why waste it
i’m on the freeway i don’t know where i’m headed
show me the block bongobirch is gon wet it
give me the wap b+tch don’t give me no fetty
i come back to rock and they throwing confetti
using that pyrex cookin’ up dope
fork in the plate ’til it looking like soap
add a little baking soda but a whole lotta coke
been a long way got a long way to go
keep it on me you don’t wanna provoke
got a ir beam with an infrared scope
said he want beef he don’t really want smoke
got a hundred round drum i don’t like to reload
using that pyrex cookin’ up dope
fork in the plate ’til it looking like soap
add a little baking soda but a whole lotta coke
been a long way got a long way to go
keep it on me you don’t wanna provoke
got a ir beam with an infrared scope
said he want beef he don’t really want smoke
got a hundred round drum i don’t like to reload

cookin the dope i been using the pyrex
got them a warrant but i knew to hide it
ride in the jet yeah i’m talking the private
little rock geyer springs you can’t survive it
f+ck if i’m right or wrong
got shooters in the car, wanna ride along?
and f+ck twelve, it’s martial law
we can run it back like marshall faulk
i put an ounce of the dope in the crock pot
i’m still whippin the bowl when the block hot
when i was young i survived off of hot pockets
brand new whip no roof i’ma drop top it
back on my grind, and no you cannot stop it
i stretch out the dope when i re+rock it
i’m spending my money still make profit
no shots, just a hundred corks poppin
using that pyrex cookin’ up dope
fork in the plate ’til it looking like soap
add a little baking soda but a whole lotta coke
been a long way got a long way to go
keep it on me you don’t wanna provoke
got a ir beam with an infrared scope
said he want beef he don’t really want smoke
got a hundred round drum i don’t like to reload
using that pyrex cookin’ up dope
fork in the plate ’til it looking like soap
add a little baking soda but a whole lotta coke
been a long way got a long way to go
keep it on me you don’t wanna provoke
got a ir beam with an infrared scope
said he want beef he don’t really want smoke
got a hundred round drum i don’t like to reload

- bongobirch lyrics

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