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letra de pyrex vision - lolife blacc

[intro]
(zone 6 n-gga, pyrex whippa, pyrex)
it’s lolife
motherf-ckin’ blacc
let’s get it

[chorus]
500, 20s, send it off, i got plenty
no nfl, though poke out of these skinnies
too rich for the bus but too broke for a bentley
got rich off of trappin’, no label can pimp me
cook it like girlscout, my sack come in hand and hand
bob the builder, with tools, i’m a handyman
soccer mom my shooter, she pull up in minivan
for the stack, pop your top like a pringles can
wait one minute, like deross, i’ma get it done
juggernaut on your block with the mini gun
get up, it’s ringin’, trap barkin’ with the phoenix sun
been a player, and i’m up, think i’m big pun
hollow through the sniper, one move, get you picked off
double back on your block, wait, i’m p-ssed off
teach you lil’ n-ggas some game like a leap frog
plays on pedigree, made me a big dog

[verse]
why it stop, start to hate?
why you worried about me? put your eyes on your plate
move them packs out the state
then i stack up the profit, move them one deuce away
i got packages, tracking and catching the box, get it gone in a day
paid two stacks for these frames, they cartier b-tch, put a pound on my face
rub on a b-tch like a genie, now she get wet, she suck on cucumbers like zucchini
now that b-tch all in the mode, she on the floor, legs open like lamborghini
say i’m the sh-t, no commode, i get in my mode, john cena, no n-gga can see me
gipsy, i’m throwing bowls, trap on the road, a+ the work when you creeping
couple shots at your top make you organ donor
pay to fall in my mouth before i heard corona, persona piece, it got pneumonia
the cartier, it got the flu, i put this sh-t together, glue
don’t care ’bout no views on no ‘tube
scored a piece, make sure it get through, kick the box and go trap out the booth
plus+, the pack in, do a show, get the backend
get it for low and i tell him to high it
i’m trappin’, i sell 30 bands out the hyatt, i’m just being real, i’ma rub you a buyer
serve anybody, h-ll nah, i ain’t biased, come place your oder, you know i supply it
who wanna try?
i’m eatin’ off trees, i’m offin’ them p’s like i’m on a diet
520, sent off, i got plenty
[chorus]
500, 20s, send it off, i got plenty
no nfl, though poke out of these skinnies
too rich for the bus but too broke for a bentley
got rich off of trappin’, no label can pimp me
cook it like girlscout, my sack come in hand and hand
bob the builder, with tools, i’m a handyman
soccer mom my shooter, she pull up in minivan
for the stack, pop your top like a pringles can
wait one minute, like deross, i’ma get it done
juggernaut on your block with the mini gun
get up, it’s ringin’, trap barkin’ with the phoenix sun
been a player, and i’m up, think i’m big pun
hollow through the sniper, one move, get you picked off
double back on your block, wait, i’m p-ssed off
teach you lil’ n-ggas some game like a leap frog
plays on pedigree, made me a big dog

- lolife blacc

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