Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Austin Powers, artist - Young Thug.
Date of issue: 12.02.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Austin Powers |
Bitch, my money stacked tall like the Eiffel Tower |
3 hoes in my bed like I’m Austin Powers |
I got girls kissing girls while they in the shower |
We gon get groovy, Austin Powers |
Austin Powers, Austin Powers |
3 hoes in my bed, like I’m Austin Powers |
Austin Powers, Austin Powers |
Bitch, my money stacked tall like the Eiffel Tower |
Shizer, you gon need a visor |
My neck, my ring, my finger, it is yellow, no highlighter |
Buyer, boy I am on fire |
In that Aston Martin and I’m crawling like a spider |
I’m in Amsterdam, smoking on that Amsterdam |
I am so high it got me looking like a Chinaman |
Everything gold, I’m a gold member |
Six rings on, I got gold fingers |
My name is Austin Powers, 3 bitches in the shower |
And they ready to get groovy, make a movie baby |
Versace when I’m sleeping, in Paris for the weekend |
And I got these bitches leaking when I’m speaking baby |
Bitch make shawty crack, like they in the 80's |
Thugga wear Versace, she rock Old Navy |
Everybody swagging, got these bitches debating |
Nigga living life, just like Walter Payton |
How many times have I told you that Thugga got rich off a sentence? |
How many times have I told you I look like an Indian ribbon? |
How many times have I told you that I would say you were the remedy? |
How many times have I told you that I would eat you like Denny’s? |
No JC, I buy her Penny’s |
I took her out of the cheap shit |
I bought her the mink now she fizzy |
Oops I meant fuzzy, I pray that bitch is my bousin (Suwoop!) |
You pray that bitch is my cousin, and then she say that we dirty |
Breaking down bales of tree early in the morning |
Garbage bag full of grass like I just mowed the lawn |
Got a super plug, so I got super power |
I feel like Austin Powers, real gangsters move in silence |
Doing 150 in the coupe, I just love the rush |
It’s a cold world we live in, and so in my chopper I trust |
100 shots I bust, 100 pieces of Reggie on that fucking Greyhound bus |
I feel like MC Hammer, I can’t be touched |
He tried to trap me but he broke, so it can’t be much |
Hating get you nothing, money bring you Austin Power |
I swear these niggas just like this blunt, man these niggas sour |