paroles de chanson Mr. Pyrex Man - Benny The Butcher
Ah
It
really
ain't
shit
to
talk
about
I
do
this
shit
for
the
streets
Straight
like
that
though
Ah,
it's
like
a
breath
of
Fresh
Ayr
Yo,
I'm
Mr.
Pyrex
Man
Got
my
chicken
up,
whippin'
up,
droppin'
off
and
pickin'
up
Nigga
what?
My
picture
still
up
on
Seneca
Hit
a
lick
and
split
it
up,
Benz
coupe,
I
tint
it
up
Spent
more
on
jewels
'cause
I
don't
give
a
fuck
They
think
I'm
good
'cause
I'm
up,
well,
in
a
nutshell
To
labels,
I'ma
upsell
street
credit
plus
sells
They
say
it's
luck,
well,
I
proved
'em
wrong
A
half
a
million
bucks
later,
yup,
they
still
pray
to
see
us
fail
I'm
really
livin',
crib
way
out
the
city
limit
Bag
the
big
up
in
eight
balls,
only
take
twenty
minutes
And
niggas
know
my
face
card,
run
it
up,
I
don't
take
long
Far
as
albums,
I
hate
y'all's,
my
shit
be
really
hittin'
Threw
a
duffle
bag
right
to
the
plug
like
a
shuffle
pass
Impossible,
I
blew
through
obstacles
niggas
struggled
past
Gave
niggas
game
and
they
fumbled
that,
I
come
with
that
Humble
flex,
this
Cartier
drippin',
doin'
jumpin'
jacks
Can't
take
niggas
serious
I
pop
big
shit
and
get
these
rap
niggas
furious
My
bitch
be
like,
"Period"
Stones
in
the
Cuban
get
cold
as
Lake
Erie
get
Weak
advice
from
fuck
niggas
who
ain't
give
me
shit
Got
my
chicken
up,
whippin'
up,
droppin'
off
and
pickin'
up
Nigga
what?
My
picture
still
up
on
Seneca
Hit
a
lick
and
split
it
up,
Benz
coupe,
I
tint
it
up
Spent
more
on
jewels
'cause
I
don't
give
a
fuck
What
y'all
niggas
know
about
The
streets
on
the
internet
talkin'
freely?
Never
touched
this
kind
of
paper
and
secretly,
you
wanna
be
me
Your
hustle
off
completely,
but
I'm
readin'
off
a
cheat
sheet
Stacked
a
couple
hundred
neatly,
my
team
goin'
for
a
threepeat
I'm
holy
as
the
Vatican,
I'm
passionate
My
hunger
for
drug
money
and
ratchet
shit
just
creep
up
sporadically
Put
a
brick
around
me
and
that'll
be
assault
and
battery
My
city
ain't
seen
this
before
me
and
won't
after
me
The
mail
stacked
up
so
I'm
sittin'
on
checks
What
we
gon'
spend
it
on
next?
Jewels
drippin',
on
set
I
need
a
spot
out
in
Florida
where
the
Seminole's
at
You
know,
Jacksonville
to
Tampa
Bay
like
I'm
Leonard
Fournette
I
got
love
for
my
niggas,
some
anxious
and
some
patient
The
patient
ones
up,
the
others
just
want
cases
Put
my
chain
on
the
table
and
bitches
start
sunbathin'
When
I
dropped
my
last
shit,
niggas
knew
I
was
done
playin',
uh
Got
my
chicken
up,
whippin'
up,
droppin'
off
and
pickin'
up
Nigga
what?
My
picture
still
up
on
Seneca
Hit
a
lick
and
split
it
up,
Benz
coupe,
I
tint
it
up
Spent
more
on
jewels
'cause
I
don't
give
a
fuck
What
y'all
niggas
know
about
The
streets
on
the
internet
talkin'
freely?
Never
touched
this
kind
of
paper
and
secretly,
you
wanna
be
me
Your
hustle
off
completely,
but
I'm
readin'
off
a
cheat
sheet
Stacked
a
couple
hundred
neatly,
my
team
goin'
for
a
threepeat
Wow,
it's
like
a
breathe
of
fresh
air
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