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Testo Powder - Dave East

Testo della canzone Powder (Dave East), tratta dall'album P2

Lotta money, shit don't stop, a whole lotta money

That's what this about

I'm gon' get mine regardless (Uh)

I might put a bed on the Range and feel like I live on the road

I got my daughter to raise, so I'm falling back on you ho's

I counted up fifty today, so I'mma go get me some clothes

You have that powder you put on your feet,

we have that powder you sniff in your nose

My niggas live by the code

I listen to rich, i don't listen to broke

i don't think you're fit for the smoke

i laugh at your team, your clique is a joke

Roll down the window and shoot

Just drop off a bag I'mma pick up and blow

Remember my socks was wet,

I fucked up half of my kicks in the snow

I used to walk to the train, would only complain to niggas I know

Niggas was cool with me, now I got jewellery

They don't look at me the same

They show me love when right in my face

but hate they never will show

I was taught you wanna see the body drop

You gotta aim at the brain (best shot)

Got down on my knees and I prayed

I woke up with keys to the reef

I got the key to to the safe

Here busting out with the hundreds

One party I came from they're gunning

They talk like they heard I'd be running

I got the game right where I want it

I tatted the gang on my stomach

I might put a bed on the Range and feel like I live on the road

I got my daughter to raise, so I'm falling back on you ho's

I counted up fifty today, so I'mma go get me some clothes

You have that powder you put on your chest,

we have that powder you sniff in your nose

My niggas live by the code

I listen to rich, i don't listen to broke

i don't think you're fit for the smoke

i laugh at your team, your clique is a joke

Roll down the window and shoot

Just drop off a bag I'mma pick up and blow

Remember my socks was wet,

I fucked up half of my kicks in the snow

I used to walk to the train, would only complain to niggas I know

(my niggas)

Niggas was cool with me, now I got jewellery

They don't look at me the same

They show me love when right in my face

but hate they never will show

I was taught you wanna see the body drop

You gotta aim at the brain (best shot)

I might put a bed on the Range and feel like I live on the road

I got my daughter to raise, so I'm falling back on you ho's

I counted up fifty today, so I'mma go get me some clothes

You have that powder you put on your feet,

we have that powder you sniff in your nose

My niggas live by the code

Now valleys you gon' get exposed

If freaky ain't get this through 30-year-old

I hope I see 30, that hit me the most

This foreign whip just hit the coast

I built me a brand, my business can grow

If I'm with my daughter but I need some weed

my little bitch can pick up the smoke

Most of my niggas was broke

Get it in blood or get it in coke

Flagging everyone in these streets,

going off heard you was trippin' alone

Riding with niggas that don't be on

instagram 'cos they living the most

I kept a gun but I couldn't pay rent with the toast

My living was gross

Bunch of roaches in my bedroom

i'm glad the Phantom got leg room

Don't worry 'bout him, he'll be dead soon

hatred come 'cos I'm a threat to him

I used to get on the bus, roll up a blunt with niggas I trust

My uncle was fucking with lean

Can't listen to him, 'cos that nigga was dusted

I value all of my jewellery, you get a funeral, you try to touch it

Hated the food up in jail, it twisted my stomach up

that shit was disgusting

We throwing hollows no punching in

the trap i ain't have to go punching

We would go hustle so eagerly,

watch what I say 'cos my daughter repeating me

Now some execs wanna meet with me

The ones that I dream about wanna come sleep with me

Still only the gang can eat with me

I think about mowgli who needed me

Now some execs wanna meet with me

The ones that I dream about wanna come sleep with me

Still only the gang can eat with me

I think about franky who needed me

I might put a bed on the Range and feel like I live on the road

I got my daughter to raise, so I'm falling back on you ho's

I counted up fifty today, so I'mma go get me some clothes

You have that powder you put on your feet,

we have that powder you sniff in your nose

Credits
Writer(s): David Brewster Jr., Avery D. Humber, Martin Pitt
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