TONY YAYO - King Of The Pyrex (Remix) lyrics

rate me

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

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

Street manuscript, cocaine analyst

King of the pyrex I whip it up and I hit a lick

I whip the pyrex then I hit the lick

I whip the pyrex then I hit a lick

I am chef I can show you how to split a brick

I whip it up then I hit a lick

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

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 assassinated 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 ass 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 (that's 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