Pyro Lyrics

YONATHAN !

They pray to saints And ask for blessings
I call my saint, he mixed it. Send me all his blessings
Give me your attention, Just hold your suggestions
Can't look for answers from N****s who live in question
Living la vida loca Or they living single
I could give a f**k, I'm focused on the Pringles
Ugh
Making Major moves, They busy playing bo jangles
I drop, my s**t hot, They busy chasing singles
Bout my cheddar cheese, Ain't talking no craft singles
Ain't my n***a, N***a please. I ain't bout to bring you
If you ain't KSantos, I can not ring you
Bitches play me close, Hoping that they could catch a dose
They wanna roll, heard we bubbling like too soap The game to be told but it should be sold
Heard they simpin, Had to put a price up on my stroll
Plenty chatter When you bump into a n***a cold
Was raised to be a gangsta, You raised to troll
Question my physique Not my pockets, they Deebo swole
S**t Your lady middle sweet, I'm talking cinna rolls
Boy Your whole image soft, I'm talking Dinner rolls
How my life gon be crap, Shit Look how I roll
It ain't a joke if rick roll, Then I'm rolling stone
Rich on every record, Wayy produced by a rolling stone
I can't kid with n****s, Boy look how I've grown
This shumpert in the garden
N***a hold my phone

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