Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Powder Pack, artist - Future. Date of issue: 26.11.2012
Song language: English
Powder Pack |
| All my niggas selling yayo |
| That bitch won’t move 'til I say so |
| We getting to them peso’s |
| We stacking taller than some legos |
| And we living like cowabunga |
| Keep designer frames over my eyes |
| I spent a half a mil' on my ride |
| I’m one hell of a fly guy |
| Niggas kingpins let them tell it |
| Smoking on that OG |
| From a hundred blocks you can smell it |
| Bank accounts on steroids |
| Cars like a dealership |
| Diddy on that global phone talk a hundred million dollar shit |
| 100 shells and that cherry top where it came from |
| The murder block with coke boys |
| And I heard about them turn them out |
| Shawty pop her pussy then she pop a pill |
| Had a million cash before I signed a deal |
| My eyes blurry in that clear port |
| We making movies nigga grab a chair for it |
| Top down when that car move |
| My Versace robe and my house shoes |
| One night, a hundred thou' or more |
| Fucking with locs and them pirus |
| All my niggas selling yayo |
| That bitch won’t move 'til I say so |
| We getting to them peso’s |
| We stacking taller than some legos |
| And we living like cowabunga |
| Keep designer frames over my eyes |
| I spent a half a mil' on my ride |
| I’m one hell of a fly guy |
| Pull up on 'em |
| Looking like a shark up out of water |
| Work up out that drive-thru |
| Hello, can I take your order |
| Haitians all across the sea, them stones around the border |
| People honest they could smell the coke-i-enia odor |
| Slippin' on it, trapeze |
| Ball until I got bad knees |
| She suck until she catch strep throat |
| Dick going deep, catch ho |
| I was off in that chopper |
| Break 'em off, yeah, I gots ta |
| Fuck niggas impostors send my goons up in su-casa |
| 5−4 we some hustlers, bunch of pigs don’t fly straight |
| My bezel be so frozen, that bitch gon' make time wait |
| Got four bitches rolling, they look like in line skates |
| So if I’m broke, broke I go Bruh-Man |
| I’m creeping through your fire escape |
| All my niggas selling yayo |
| That bitch won’t move 'til I say so |
| We getting to them peso’s |
| We stacking taller than some legos |
| And we living like cowabunga |
| Keep designer frames over my eyes |
| I spent a half a mil' on my ride |
| I’m one hell of a fly guy |