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stove god cook$ - break the pyrex lyrics

[chorus]
ghostface k!llahs in the wraith
yellow tape, purple tape
heat the pyrex ’till it break
i’ma heat the pyrex till it break
ghostface k!llahs in the wraith
my n+gga in the feds with no date
i’ma heat the pyrex till it break for you, n+gga
i’ma heat the pyrex till it break

[verse 1]
this what god steppin’ out the clouds look like
f+ck what it cost, what it cook like?
i wrote the cocaine quran
i told you once we get the cocaine it was on, alḥamdulillāh
i do prayer while the tesla drive itself bangin’ mobb deep
the bricks came whiter than john beech
my young boy drummin’ on ’em like he tommy lee
he motley’d your whole crew, that’s fine with me
thousand gram cuban on diamond d
got marci’ diggin’ in the crate like he diamond d
they like “you came to save this sh+t, lord finally”
ballin’ on these n+ggas triple double, god is three
badre iho the ghost
he walk on water and he know the coke
n+gga, this the overdose
the greatest thing to hang from the cross, the sacrificial goat
choppa into my cl!ck, coke don’t get smoked
i build a bed outta money just to lay on it
the tech echo like it got delay on it
i’ve been getting at it without a mention
white sand make the cayman beach look like my kitchen
f+ck a pension, i had two hunnid in ’07
the plot went smooth in ocean’s ‘11
got the feds askin’ “can we talk?” like tevin campbell
in the melano hoodie pocket a hunnid bands on me
this breath of fresh air built a flame on a candle
santaria, rapper head on a mantle
you rather a bullet or the karma get you?
f+ck it, i’ll let a bullet be yo karma, bet it calm you
n+ggas lost, i been here like i work for darma, i’m the don (woo)
created all this from bendin’ these rules
alkaline water infinity pool
i gave you validity back, n+gga, you was on spin cycle
weed in the contract like “his sh+t gotta be a typo” (hah!)
what type of n+gga you think you dealin’ with?
i dropped the ceilin’ to the benz on them n+ggas screamin’ “feelin’ it”
fill the rental full of work then we jet
feel of the rose pushin’ up on the set
feel the high that you get from the lie

- stove god cook lyrics

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