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pyrex pryce – steezy lyrics

[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

- pyrex pryce lyrics

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