Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pyrex , by - Sean Price. Release date: 01.11.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pyrex |
| Whole lot of shots followed |
| After I bust your snot box with a Ciroc bottle |
| Shoot the fair one, one mano-a-mano the clown |
| I’ll pull a pound on a Ronald McDonald |
| You a happy meal nigga, with a toy in the box |
| I clap the steel, nigga, put your boy in a box |
| P, and the gun that’ll slap ya |
| I’m lying, just like the rest of these dumb ass rappers |
| Provide flesh, most of y’all niggas can’t test besides Tek |
| Most of y’all niggas can’t dress, Nike galore |
| Right on the floor |
| Copped twenty pair with Vinnie one time on tour |
| Listen, love is love, clap the gat at y’all haters |
| The CEO of your label is a basketball player |
| That mean your shit is never coming out |
| Sean Price, I’m forever dumbing out, pyrex |
| Pyrex, a microwave, and a whisk |
| You’re probably thinking I’m baking a cake when I’m working a whip |
| You probably think it’s pyrex |
| Wake up, all of that crack in the street talk |
| It’s made up like «Jack and the Beanstalk» |
| When I talk, the streets listen |
| When you talk, the streets dissin' |
| I don’t even like you |
| I don’t even wanna fight you |
| So stay the fuck away |
| For such and such from such and such, come buck and spray |
| Don’t make me abuse my power |
| One telephone call, shoot this coward |
| I was the bum, but the pendulum switched |
| Now my whole team supreme, no Kenneth McGriff |
| Y’all niggas is fiends, steamed tilapia |
| Ving Rhames in the bing, slapping ya, animal |
| Different beast on my fucking sweater, giranimal |
| Half monkey, half man; |
| the manimal |
| P, heatmiser in disguise, surprise beat fire |
| Spark fire out your face and break wires |