Tony Yayo – King Of The Pyrex Lyrics

(yup!)
19 living all my motherf**kin’ dreams (yup!)
I can get a hundred thousand in these Gucci jeans. I whip the pyrex, then I hit the lick! We got that Bobby and Whitney throw you a price and you hit me
I throw that bitch on a scale in a jiffy. (uh-huh!)
My whole neck froze! [Tony Yayo:] The Unit! [Soulja Boy:] Tony Yayo, what’s happening? (YEAH!)
[Chorus:]
Street manuscript, cocaine analyst
King of the pyrex, I whip it up and I hit a lick. [Tony Yayo:] What’s good Soulja! – Yeah, they want a piece of me! (yup!)
Me and Yayo doing shit that you ain’t never seen (yup!)
I’m flipping through you weak bitches like a magazine. (G-Mix!) I whip it up, then I hit a lick! [Soulja Boy:] I see you, G-Unit, nigga! (that’s my cousin!)
Bitches talking ’bout a nigga like Miss Info
I’m in the kitchen water whipping getting more dough. I whip it up, then I hit a lick! (yup!)
E’rybody want me! [Tony Yayo:]
Rockerfella law (yup!) – Cut a lot a time (yup!)
I keep my head above water New York State of mind. (yup!) – Yeah, it’s new era! (re-up!)
I move around with the Nina
With a bad bitch with an ass like Trina. (yup!)
All eyes on me like a microscope! I whip the pyrex, then I hit a lick! (daaaamn!)
“New York State Of Mind” (yup!) – like Billy Joel (yup!)
I Godfather the blunt – the whole Philly swoll. [Soulja Boy:]
I’m a superstar bitch, get your telescope! If you left the game they wouldn’t miss him
I kicked in the door, f**ked up the whole system! That’s why the US assassinated Pablo. I whip it up, then I hit a lick! I whip the pyrex, then I hit a lick! TONY YAYOKing Of The Pyrex Lyrics
[Intro:]
[Soulja Boy:] S.O.D Money Gang, it’s 2010, nigga! Remix! I whip the pyrex, then I hit a lick! (uh-huh!)
Me and Soulja ridin’ round in the Lambo’ (uh-huh!)
We gettin’ money so we ain’t cuffing no hoe! I am chef, I can show you how to split a brick! Designers drugs, designers clothes. (uh-huh!)
S.O.D/G-Unit we G’d up (G’d up!)
Move 10 bricks now it’s time to re-up! 250 G’s just to make my tire spin. (yup!)
I get shot for the shines like Waka Flocka (yup!)
The last bake and the fiends are flocking. Couldn’t explain how this shit feel
I’m real important like a hundred dollar bill! – But don’t miss me! (pick that up, man!)
All my cars are clean – the new and old (VRRRM!)
I’m fresh in the town connected with my Kin folk. And girl jumpin’ on my dick like a trampoline (yup!)
Each instrumental it’s a different murder scene. (Yayo: REMIX!)
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Street manuscript, cocaine analyst
King of the pyrex, I whip it up and I hit a lick. “More money, more power” that’s the motto! (assassinated Pablo)
I read palms and the Bible (Bible!)
They tell me pray for my haters but I really find it hard to. S.O.D, bitch my chain look like lightening,
Hoes at my party but we didn’t invite the bitch. Nigga I’m good for ya – like a vitamin. (yup!)
Boss money?, shouts-outs to the New Era. Attack all you want man there ain’t no defeatin’ thee. I whip the pyrex, then I hit a lick! S.O.D terror! I am chef, I can show you how to split a brick! [Tony Yayo:] Yeah! (uh-huh!) – We Steve Nash hoes.


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