Informazioni sulla canzone In questa pagina puoi trovare il testo della canzone Pyrex Pot, artista - Gucci Mane. Data di rilascio: 23.05.2005
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Pyrex Pot |
| Half a brick in a pyrex pot |
| Tryin to make me a dope boy knot |
| Two pounds and I’m like real big |
| Stackin double see the nigga so big |
| I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up |
| Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up |
| Uhhhhh! I’m goin on a Trap-A-Thon |
| Gucci Mane like Gotti I’m the Dapper Don |
| Uhhhhh! Hundred G’s in my Gucci bag |
| So if you look at me wrong I’ma do yo' ass |
| Uhh, Gucci Mane, I’m the bread and butter |
| Run trap, sell crack, nigga spread your hustle |
| Uhh, pockets fatter than Oprah Winfrey |
| Gucci Mane I’m the baller of the fuckin century |
| Uhh, iced out like Babe an' them |
| I can sell mo' records than Shade an' them |
| Uhh, Gucci Mane youse a cocky fella |
| I make it rain so you better get’cha umba-rella |
| Uhh, and my watch is on another level |
| Clusters of diamonds and they brush together |
| Uhh, why you talkin so much shit? |
| Yo bitch, cause I’m so rich |
| Okay somethin white like Michael Jackson |
| Bust the shit out the rubber then I start to trappin |
| Gucci Mane got the lone ticket |
| Run stack for the midget nigga fuck with me, uhh |
| Shawty say he short a couple stacks |
| The diamond chain on my neck is doin jumpin jacks, uhh |
| Yo' money short like Spud Webb |
| Bend down nigga broke nigga need help, uhh |
| My money talkin like Dikembe |
| Gucci Mane I make a Friday out of Wednesday, uhh |
| Phone don’t C-D-S |
| Still makin moves, thuggin with S-Y-S, uhh |
| All my shows better be whippin up |
| J’s keep the ash scrubs when we pick it up, uhh |
| And me and Cad in a Hum-Vee |
| Yellow diamonds got me lookin like a bumblebee, uhh |
| Gucci got a plug, for the square face |
| Got them quarter ki’s, I call 'em chicken wangs |
| Got the gangster peas, I call 'em collard greens |
| We got them ex pills, we call 'em skitters mayne |
| Gucci on the grind, catch me at the spot |
| Got some cocaine jumpin out the damn pot |
| Get some cool water, it’s too damn hot |
| All I want for Christmas is the dopeman knot |
| Hustle harder, be smarter |
| We gon' eat when I bring it out the water |
| 36 O’s, for the 17 |
| Five for the drive, 17−5 |