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Pyrex Picasso (feat. Rick Hyde & Conway the Machine)
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Benny the Butcher
Benny the Butcher
Stimme und Gesang
Conway the Machine
Conway the Machine
Stimme und Gesang
Rick Hyde
Rick Hyde
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Demond Price
Demond Price
Songwriter:in
Jeffrey Clarkin
Jeffrey Clarkin
Songwriter:in
Jeremie Pennick
Jeremie Pennick
Songwriter:in
Rick Hyde
Rick Hyde
Songwriter:in
Vivek Mikhail Dargan
Vivek Mikhail Dargan
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Chop La Rok
Chop La Rok
Produzent:in
Rare Scrilla
Rare Scrilla
Produzent:in
Eddie Sancho
Eddie Sancho
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Time to get my hands dirty again I made my first few thousand on accident I swear you don't even know the half of it Never would have 'magined I'd be passionate And the plug always know I'm coming back again Getting money all day until the night fall I remember mama couldn't keep the lights on Now my diamonds shine brighter with the lights off Black Soprano Family, we ain't nothing like y'all Yo Young nigga got rich, fresh out the projects Went I put up a Picasso inside a Pyrex You want this kind of respect, but you ain't hot yet First, you gotta progress and keep the secrets that I kept The streets took my kin from me, feeling like I'm a Kennedy Sentenced me to a trilogy but came home with my dignity The traps I had had the agents and the bureaus workin' They tried to get in my brain just like a neurosurgeon I'm what they mean when they say the world ain't perfect Enough cash to my bitch and your girl a Birkin You bring her 'round me then your girl get purchased I'ma pull my dick out and fuck the world on purpose The highs always balance out the lows When you catch 'em by the hole And your talent pullin' racks up out a bowl For my niggas that's bitten with ten calendars to go Who buried a quarter-million, and a ratchet in the hole, ah I made my first few thousand by accident I swear you don't even know the half of it Never would have 'magined I'd be passionate And the plug always know I'm coming back again Getting money all day until the night fall I remember Mama couldn't keep the lights on Now my diamonds shine brighter with the lights off Black Soprano Family, we ain't nothing like y'all I'm from Buffalo the home of the drive-by's Out of fiend rentals, shots from the .45 fly (boom, boom, boom, boom) Geiger 002s tie-dye Throw you off the top of your project, nigga, skydive (hahaha) Virgil Off White, zip tie's fly Whip it, sit it on that newspaper, let that pie dry (Let that dry) You see that G Wagen fly by I drop my shit, rappers gotta respect the pressure that I buy Bag for bag, boy, it's not even fair Closet full of kicks at least two thousand a pair I took a trip to Vegas, got a hundred thousand to spare Suite at the ARIA smellin' like Gelatti in there, yeah (talk to 'em) I got shot in my top but I kept it movin' Some niggas got clipped for it, that was my retribution (oh, well) I was just in Houston, Tesla cruisin' Two homies on this TEC I'm usin' (boom, boom, boom, boom) I made my first few thousand by accident I swear you don't even know the half of it Never would have 'magined I'd be passionate And the plug always know I'm coming back again Getting money all day until the night fall I remember Mama couldn't keep the lights on Now my diamonds shine brighter with the lights off Black Soprano Family, we ain't nothing like y'all I swear you don't even know the half of it And the plug always know I'm coming back again I swear you don't even know the half of it And the plug always know I'm coming back again
Writer(s): Jeremie Scorpio Pennick, Demond Price, Jeffrey Clarkin, Vivek Mikhail Dargan, Rick Hyde Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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