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Gucci Mane - Текст песни Pyrex Pot
"Pyrex Pot"
 [Intro]
 Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane)
 Big Cat, Laflare (Big Cat, Laflare)
 Let's get it (let's get it)
 [Chorus]
 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 [3X]
 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
[Chorus]Gucci Mane - Pyrex Pot - http://ru.motolyrics.com/gucci-mane/pyrex-pot-lyrics.html
 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
[Chorus]
 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















