Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Power , by - Rick Ross. Release date: 28.02.2012
Song language: English
Power |
| Let’s say I’m in a room with a bitch and the ho don’t wan' fuck |
| Like a man I’ma beat my meat and get my fuckin' nut — fa’sho' |
| She gonna be drove then |
| And I’ma cut the TV off and go to sleep on that ho then |
| Now tell that to your girlfriend, you tell her everything else |
| She gon' to be with her boyfriend, you gon' to be by your damn self |
| While I’m in my Benz with your friend |
| And she bout to get nervous |
| Baby, I don’t want nothing but some mouth and lip service |
| Don’t act bad, don’t get mad |
| That’s all I can do with you, cause I don’t want your ass |
| Look you kinda fine with a nigga name on your spine |
| Now respect my fuckin' mind how I’ma hit that from behind |
| Got a ho across the court |
| And my lil' boo stay next door |
| I’m getting tired of you heifers |
| It’s time for me to restore |
| I done fixed these bitches house up |
| And have them living swell |
| But yet and still a nigga like me was eating at Taco Bell |
| But after that shit |
| All that trick shit I stopped it |
| And lock my fuckin' pockets |
| You can’t pick it or pop it |
| Now I get what I can get |
| Out of these hoes and I’m up |
| And if she wanna flex up |
| I’ma beat the ho up |
| Girl, that’s Juvenile |
| You don’t know he on fire |
| Seventeen-inch Momos |
| Black Magic on his tires |
| Girl, that’s Juvenile |
| You don’t know he on fire |
| Seventeen-inch Momos |
| Black Magic on his tires |
| Girl, that’s Juvenile |
| You don’t know he on fire |
| Seventeen-inch Momos |
| Black Magic on his tires |
| Girl, that’s Juvenile |
| You don’t know he on fire |
| Seventeen-inch Momos |
| Black Magic on his tires |
| See I know how to treat a ho |
| Just talk and greet a ho |
| Let her know I don’t need a ho |
| Don’t mix up your people ho |
| If I tell you do something |
| You better do what I say |
| If you planning on playing me |
| Better get out my way |
| A bitch will get you killed |
| That’s the way I think |
| From some ol' bitch ass nigga |
| Trying to receive my bank |
| Pussy come and it go |
| It been like that before I got here |
| Pussy don’t wait for me or no nigga |
| But its gone stop here |
| For a little while |
| So I’ma get what I could |
| And if she bout sucking some dick |
| I ain’t hating its all good |
| Now can I get that out you |
| It ain’t hard to do |
| You’se a fine motherfucker |
| And it starts with you |
| I’m trying to fuck something till it can’t see |
| What I’ma show you with this dick |
| You gon' thank me |
| A nigga gon' be like that until the moment I retire |
| Now ask them bitches 'bout me |
| They gone say that I’m on fire |
| Girl, that’s Juvenile |
| You don’t know he on fire |
| Seventeen-inch Momos |
| Black Magic on his tires |
| Girl, that’s Juvenile |
| You don’t know he on fire |
| Seventeen-inch Momos |
| Black Magic on his tires |
| Girl, that’s Juvenile |
| You don’t know he on fire |
| Seventeen-inch Momos |
| Black Magic on his tires |
| Girl, that’s Juvenile |
| You don’t know he on fire |
| Seventeen-inch Momos |
| Black Magic on his tires |
| If I even fuck with a bitch |
| She gonna know |
| Not to conversate with niggas |
| And to open my door |
| My business is my business |
| It ain’t to be heard |
| My niggas is my niggas |
| So you don’t say a word |
| And you don’t touch my shit |
| You don’t drive my shit |
| I got dope in the house |
| And I hide my shit |
| I got bad nerves |
| I hope you don’t try my shit |
| Do right and nice things I’ma buy my bitch |
| Some bitches you gotta play’em with a long string |
| You play them close |
| And they gon' be thinking wrong things |
| You got something that I hear you don’t wanna bring |
| You not a muthafuckin' player you a punk man |
| Let me get one of them hoes up on this dope dick |
| Stop handcuffing that bitch let her approach this |
| You know when Juvenile comes he has to smoke shit |
| I’m on fire, on fire |
| And you know this |
| Girl, that’s Juvenile |
| You don’t know he on fire |
| Seventeen-inch Momos |
| Black Magic on his tires |
| Girl, that’s Juvenile |
| You don’t know he on fire |
| Seventeen-inch Momos |
| Black Magic on his tires |
| Girl, that’s Juvenile |
| You don’t know he on fire |
| Seventeen-inch Momos |
| Black Magic on his tires |
| Girl, that’s Juvenile |
| You don’t know he on fire |
| Seventeen-inch Momos |
| Black Magic on his tires |
| You can fuck my bitch |
| You can fuck my bitch |
| You can fuck my bitch |
| You can fuck my bitch |
| Let me fuck your bitch |
| I don’t love that bitch |
| I don’t trust that bitch |
| You can fuck my bitch |
| Let me fuck your bitch |
| I don’t love that bitch |
| I don’t trust that bitch |
| You can fuck my bitch |
| Let me fuck your bitch |
| I don’t love that bitch |
| I don’t trust that bitch |
| You can fuck my bitch |
| Let me fuck your bitch |
| I don’t love that bitch |
| I don’t trust that bitch |
| You don’t know he on fire |
| You don’t know he on fire |
| You don’t know he on fire |
| You don’t know he on fire |
| Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot |
| My bitch is your bitch |
| My bitch is your bitch |
| Your bitch is my bitch |
| My bitch is your bitch |
| My bitch is your bitch |
| Your bitch is my bitch |