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tony yayo - king of the pyrex lyrics

[soulja boy]
i’m a superstar b-tch get your telescope
all eyes on me like a microscope
me and yayo doing sh-t that you ain’t never seen
i’m flipping through you weak b-tches like a magazine
and girl jumpin on my d-ck like a trampoline
each instrumental it’s a different murder scene
19 living all my motherf-cking dreams
i can get a hundred thousand in these gucci jeans
if you left the game they wouldn’t miss him
i kicked in the door f-cked up the whole system
couldn’t explain how this sh-t feel
i’m real important like a hundred dollar bill
everybody want me, yeah they want a piece of me
attack all you want man there ain’t no defeatin’ thee
s.o.d terror yeah it’s new era
boss money (?) shouts outs new era
n-gga i’m good for ya like a vitamin
250 g’s just to make my tire spin
sod b-tch my chain look like lightening
hoes at my party but we didn’t invite the b-tch

[tony yayo – chorus]
street m-n-script, cocaine -n-lyst
king of the pyrex i whip it up and i hit a l!ck
i whip the pyrex then i hit the l!ck
i whip the pyrex then i hit a l!ck
i am chef i can show you how to split a brick
i whip it up then i hit a l!ck
rockerfella law, cut a lot a time
i keep my head above water new york state of mind
i get shot for the shines like waka flocka
the (?) and the fiends are flocking
we got that bobby and whitney
throw you a price and you hit me
i throw that b-tch on a scale in a jiffy
but don’t miss me
more money more power that’s the motto
that’s why the us -ss-ssinated pablo
i read palms and the bible
they tell me pray for my haters but i really find it hard to
designers drugs, designers clothes, my whole neck froze
we steve nash hoes
s.o.d g-unit we g’d up
move 10 bricks now it’s time to re-up
i move around with the nina
with a bad b-tch with an -ss like trina
new york state of mind like billy joel
i godfather the blunt the whole philly swoll
all my cars are clean, the new and o(?)
i’m fresh in the town connected with my kin folk (thats my cousin)
b-tches talking bout a n-gga like miss info
i’m in the kitchen water whipping getting more dough
me and soulja riding round in the lambo
we getting money so we ain’t cuffing no hoe

[chorus]
[end]

- tony yayo lyrics

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