Aggravation (feat. RDE Diff)
PØWDËR
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(Radi on the track) Yeah, yeah, aye Tell me what you say about being broke Lost a couple hundreds few years ago Made in on my own, call it my plateau (my plateau) New, new hundreds, bringing me the door Break her spine, I just did a line I ain't wasting time I'm tryna find some peace of mind Where I can lease my time in this beast of mine I'm playing games with decks of cards (deck of cards) I'm playing games and I'm getting smart (getting smart) I know how to move, I'm on the chart I can find out where you are (yeah) Cop a new whip, I'm going real fast (skrrt) Flames on road, call it hot dash Doc and Marty livin' in past Burners on whip, just might crash On the freeway going fast (fast) Don't know if I'm gonna crash (crash) Don't know where I fuckin' stand Don't know if I'm gonna land (if I'm gonna land) Bells ring ring, tell 'em I got strow Gas or cocaine, f*ck it get both Plug hit my line, tell him send more Cocaine strippers, lines on hoes What you told my business for? Why the f*ck I'm getting old? (Huh?) Only thing super is my bowl (bowl) Only thing stupid is you, troll (dumbass) Back on murder, gotta go hurt her Breaking her back, I'm a chiropractor Livin' in slums, my bro Diff, he makin' it bump, we stay cooked up Boo, boo, boo Jason mask, give me your cash Put in the bag, Ziploc seal, we keeping them stacks (aye, yuh) Diff, who's at fault? Earthquake on the fault Circle him with chalk Smoke green, now I'm hulk It was only fifteen, I don't give a f*ck, you don't get the concept You talk bout all this jewelry but I'm blessed to have a faucet, I took the wrong trip Bodies on the scene, yeah, we don't give a f*ck (f*ck) Better call your doctor, tell him "You just outta luck" Money bags right next to me, I'm still counting up You still got one more chance to me, better prove your luck (luck) Better prove your luck (prove it) Better not f*ck up I know that I got the money, get me to what's up Better prove your luck Better not f*ck up You know I got the money man get me too what's up F*ck I just spilled my cup (You just spilled your cup?) I don't even drink lean, but I still use double cups Hit 'em with an upper cut Now you just on ground Fuckin' with me now, king of the town I know that I'm coming in for this fuckin' shit I know that I'm coming in for this fuckin' shit Old homie gon' up it quick This bitch want double dick Diff and PØWDËR man, yeah we wrapping up this shit What? Yeah, Diff, Diff PØWDËR, 1830, 573 boy
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Written by: Gavin Warner, Nicholas Tavernier
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