letra de eye for an eye - pyrex pryce
[intro]
yeah
yeah
yeah
(bayden have you been day drinking?)
got it on me
[chorus]
f-ck n-ggas know where to find me, i stay on the block feel like i was in b
and i got a couple day one n-ggas round me, you know that that’s all that i need
real n-ggas know what i mean
she make you pay for the f-ck but she know i’m that n-gga, i got it for free
and i know b-tches lie it is not what it seems
this sh-t bigger than you and i imma die for my team
and i keep my dog to the right so at night i can sleep
n-gga try me, it’s gon an eye for an eye, that’s on me
oh murder, i cannot say what i seen
[verse 1]
with syrup, n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with me
turn up, i’m in the club with qc
burn up, somewhere i’m rocking the mink
yeah, shawty say she wanna mink
i’m in the club i got bottles and b-tches you know that that’s all that i need
call me papa like david ortiz
i got a drop but she’s causing a scene
b-tch call the doctor your man’s on the floor
they called the oppas, they got it on ring
bro got a chopper, know yadadamean
yeah, b-tch, yadadamean
uh, i only hit it like once, she come back to me like a fiend
that f-ck n-gga, yeah, he got jugged, ah, gave him the shake like the dream
ah, k!ll with the hooks like kareem
then i go hunt for the opps like a ring
this d-ck make her twitch and i don’t even strain
b-tch i keep it a bean, yadadamean
[chorus]
f-ck n-ggas know where to find me, i stay on the block feel like i was in b
and i got a couple day one n-ggas round me, you know that that’s all that i need
real n-ggas know what i mean
she make you pay for the f-ck but she know i’m that n-gga, i got it for free
and i know b-tches lie it is not what it seems
this sh-t bigger than you and i imma die for my team
and i keep my dog to the right so at night i can sleep
n-gga try me, it’s gon an eye for an eye, that’s on me
oh murder, i cannot say what i seen
[verse 2]
country boy, let’s keep my hoes divided
why i’m gon commit, i’m undecided
always keep one with me to remind me that i can prolly bag like anybody
nah she don’t want me she want my pockets, that money gonna trap like any thotty
that b-tch like joseph, she be stylin’
i got guap, got racks, whatever you gon call it
i blow bags, i just walked out of filas
lv, exhibit in design district, yeah i had to cop me a new wallet
i ain’t take it, b-tch, it ain’t my fault
nah i don’t want smoke with anybody, but i keep my n-ggas right behind me
cash with me, feel like i was dommy
give her d like i was on the sonics
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