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benny the butcher - mr. pyrex man lyrics
[intro]
ah
it really ain’t sh_t to talk about
i do this sh_t for the streets
straight like that though
ah, it’s like a breath of fresh ayr
yo, i’m mr. pyrex man
[chorus]
got my chicken up, whippin’ up, droppin’ off and pickin’ up
n_gga what? my picture still up on seneca
hit a l!ck and split it up, benz coupe, i tint it up
spent more on jewels ’cause i don’t give a f_ck
[verse 1]
they think i’m good ’cause i’m up, well, in a nutsh_ll
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 b_lls, only take twenty minutes
and n_ggas know my face card, run it up, i don’t take long
far as albums, i hatе y’all’s, my sh_t be really hittin’
threw a dufflе bag right to the plug like a shuffle pass
impossible, i blew through obstacles n_ggas struggled past
gave n_ggas game and they fumbled that, i come with that
humble flex, this cartier drippin’, doin’ jumpin’ jacks
can’t take n_ggas serious, i pop big sh_t and get these rap n_ggas furious
my b_tch be like, “period”
stones in the cuban get cold as lake erie get
weak advice from f_ck n_ggas who ain’t give me sh_t
[chorus]
got my chicken up, whippin’ up, droppin’ off and pickin’ up
n_gga what? my picture still up on seneca
hit a l!ck and split it up, benz coupe, i tint it up
spent more on jewels ’cause i don’t give a f_ck
[post_chorus]
what y’all n_ggas 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
[verse 2]
i’m holy as the vatican, i’m passionate
my hunger for drug money and ratchet sh_t 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 n_ggas, some anxious and some patient
the patient ones up, the others just want cases
put my chain on the table and b_tches start sunbathin’
when i dropped my last sh_t, n_ggas knew i was done playin’, uh
[chorus]
got my chicken up, whippin’ up, droppin’ off and pickin’ up
n_gga what? my picture still up on seneca
hit a l!ck and split it up, benz coupe, i tint it up
spent more on jewels ’cause i don’t give a f_ck
[post_chorus]
what y’all n_ggas 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
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