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Power Lyrics - Artist : Lil Poppa
Pour a four just to get me higher
And if you looking for me I only come out in the wee hours Know jso hate they gave me power And when I die man you niggas better slide don't send me flowers Don't need a stylist to get me flyer bitch I'm in saks with them racks Some of this shit don't even wanna buy My nigga locked up we on FaceTime like what you heard through the grapevine Poppa getting cake now Ok I don't wanna waste time must be out your mind That shit like wasting money and I ain't wasting mine Turn a nick to a dime turn a dime to a hundred Buy that shit I be thinking bout you it remind me of something It remind me of summer shit remind me of some day You remind me of karma I be thinking bout gun play I be thinking bout commas gotta make sure her son straight I be thinking bout mama No we don't live in fear we just relive trauma Know it's been some years but we don't heal from it He know them demons coming so he still running Ain't even look behind he feel them still coming (yeah yeahhh) Pour a four just to get me higher And if you looking for me I only come out in the wee hours Know jso hate they gave me power And when I die man you niggas better slide don't send me flowers Don't need a stylist to get me flyer bitch I'm in saks with them racks Some of this shit don't even wanna buy My nigga locked up we on FaceTime like what you heard through the grapevine Poppa getting cake now I been in and out of state now I guess that's why detectives hate now Trying to fuck up what I make Gotta watch the way I move now gotta catch the shit I say Gotta tell them watch the news when they ask about that drac I be feeling out of place like my iPhone go out of space Say that boy they got to trace him he say he strong he live on faith Just keep going you going make it fuck how long that it take Three things I ain't taken a threat advice and a hater Remember bad nights had me not being nice to my neighbors And I don't like I had to leave them all I need to save them Chrome heart flavors Matty boy I spent some paper on it Sipping on that Celtics green my cup look like Jason Tatum don't it Pour a four just to get me higher And if you looking for me I only come out in the wee hours Know jso hate they gave me power And when I die man you niggas better slide don't send me flowers Don't need a stylist to get me flyer bitch I'm in saks with them racks Some of this shit don't even wanna buy My nigga locked up we on FaceTime like what you heard through the grapevine Poppa getting cake now |
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