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rome streetz & royalz - pyrex pot poetry lyrics

[intro skit]
“when nearly eighty percent of american families invite you into their homes
these are something special
welcome to the world of pyrex glass bakeware”

[verse: al.divino]
yo, yo
hundred pot of bitter sliding, dealing what you need? (i got whatever)
pyrex plus degrees, always something up the sleeve (yur)
cut your b+tch you bleed the same (uhuh)
made so much off the plug told him “keep the change” (keep that)
catalogue cost a key of ‘caine (woo)
back sound like adlibs from lil fame and billy danzе (brrrrt)
pistol whip you with it if the bl!cky jam, eliminate thе middle man
get it from the source, smoke you like loose ports (smoke)
no pallet in my stone island shorts (stone)
by the rhyme time warp, light you up like july fourth (blow)
need a porsche panamera with suicide doors (skrrt)
supply substances to customers sit over the stove while the b+tters cook (swim)
hundred blunts and a cup of hen’, my b+tch rock a fur like foxy brown (what?)
four pound in her purse, turn to bermuda if the cops around (uhuh)
then he made bape sh+t, bakers mit’, paper flip
no plays, then we’d play the strip (we out here)
[verse: rome streetz]
it’s pay to get, night and day the yayo flip (uhuh)
f+ck a jo, b+tch around my way i’m the fiends favorite (yuh)
f+ck a fade, left my foes faces with a razor rip
this raves for a roach i wrote dope come and take a sniff (uhuh)
vacant strip, clippin’ with the two for thirties (real sh+t)
do you dirty like life is in a box with a rusty ox’
truck me ock’, if cops rush ya’ spot better flush your stock (flush it)
poetry from out the pyrex pot or piles of paper we plot
won’t stop ’till we got a lot (facts)
for years i was paying rent of the molly rocks (uhuh)
now the plans change need acres and a mazzi’ drop (real)
streetz name ringing from j+pan to the colley block (all over)
’cause i been a god, everything you motty’ goons not (strapped)
ya’ lines fabricated, my friends flourish off the food with the fentanyl seen the fetti’ we salivated
my grandfather ask me “where i work?”
i’m an entrepreneur i quadruple what my package worth (uhuh)
before i spend the bread i stack it first
and if my friend turn foe he can relax in the back of he+rs+ (brrrrat), n+gga

- rome streetz royalz lyrics

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