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letra de pyrex kids - talibando

[intro]
(pipe that sh-t up, tnt)
yeah

[verse 1]
pyrex kids, you know we came up playin’ with the pots and pans (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
a n-gga pulled a ho move, disappeared, you know we popped his mans (fap, fap, fap)
on the block watchin’ cameras while we serve, we tryna dodge the vans
n-gga was a gangster ’til he told and went and took the stand (lame-ass n-gga)
i done been in deep wars, i ain’t lost one yet (we ain’t lost one yet)
we is not a frat team, but when it’s time, we step (step, step)
7 mile what we rep (7 mile), pull up in a trx
hop out icy like i’m future, i’m just stuntin’ on my ex (i’m just stuntin’ on my ex)
heard a rumor i was broke, had to put that sh-t to rest (what you say?)
hundred racks in that louis bag like thug, i got a check (gang)
i ain’t get this off of rap, still take trips there and back (yeah)
i’m the type set the studio up middle of the trap

[chorus]
in the trap with a whole thing, still sellin’ tenths to jed (what up, jed?)
the pharm’ only pushin’ out wock’, i really miss the red (i swear i miss the red)
i just sent a text to your ho, i really miss the head (where you at?)
i should’ve went and got a gold presi’, i bought a brick instead (ooh)
[verse 2]
i’m the type to get straight to the source, cut out the middle-man (cut him off)
i hate a n-gga fakin’ like he got the bag and get it in (lame-ass n-gga)
i heard the opps outside, we treatin’ they block like a ceiling fan (frrrt)
until we drop somebody, we gon’ spin again and spin again (fap, fap, fap, fap, fap)
switchin’ states every week, i’m chasin’ all this money (yeah)
n-ggas mad they in the hood broke as h-ll, bein’ flunkies (broke-ass n-gga)
me and my friends some rich junkies, we pour lean up and get money (yeah)
still got old fifties in the stash from my run in kentucky (shh)

- talibando

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