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Power Lyrics - Artist : Kay Flock
[Kay Flock:]
Ayy, Grrah, grrah Grrah, grrah Grrt, baow, baow, baow Like, everything dead, nigga, huh Ayo, C Blu, what's crackin', nigga? Like, like We gon' talk all the facts, like We gon' get into that Rah Rah, he saw me he ain't let it clap, like Ask him how much I threw back I'm a demon, I like to react Spin through the Bronx, tryna catch us a pack, like Two shots gon' make him collapse I do not smoke Mex' cause that nigga wack, like We get muddy, I told her no tipsy We spot an opp, anywhere it get litty, like Five to five, this shit gon' get mixy Throw a shot, put the knocks in her titty EBK DOA's, in the spot it get gritty Try to run, put the dot on his kidney Free gang, Free Gotti Bro in the spot and he ridin' with oppy If I don't got the knots, I'm with Notti Scottie got 30, he move extra cocky He get shot if he think he gon' box me Don't need a DV, call Monae or Nani [C Blu:] C Blu Ayo Kay, who that? There go the opps in that V Ayo Kay, who that? Get 'em close, we ain't shootin' from deep Don't got the V, we gon' walk up on feet Mali, he spot 'em, he dump out the V And these niggas, they know where I be I'm the demon who send more than three And you know that we looking for vatos They start running as soon as them shots go He said, "What you gon' do when there's nowhere to run?" I'm letting my chop' blow How you hype? You ain't throw more than one Niggas broke and they really be popped though Wanna beef? Let's have us some fun But y'all know who just bought all the chops though [Kay Flock:] Twin chop's when we spinnin' through Scream OY O and get boomed EBK DOA get in tune Bitches they duckin' and they getting it too Like I said when I up, better move Most of y'all niggas took off, yeah y'all flew Pussy ran and he tripped out his shoes Spin through the hill like what y'all wanna do? We gon' talk all the facts, like We gon' get into that Rah Rah, he saw me he ain't let it clap, like Ask him how much I threw back I'm a demon, I like to react Spin through the Bronx, tryna catch us a pack, like Two shots gon' make him collapse I do not smoke Mex' cause that nigga wack, like |
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