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BLK PWR (feat. Spradley Cooper)

by WUUF

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Draped up dripped out I got my cake up dipped out Fly out and wreck shit twin towers You ain't gone fuck bitch get out Nigga want smoke these packs sour Pull up in a hell cat black power Pull up in a hell cat black power Pull up in a hell cat black power I done been draped up dripped out I got my cake up dipped out Fly out and wreck shit twin towers You ain't gone fuck bitch get out Nigga want smoke these packs sour Pull up in a hell cat black power Pull up in a hell cat black power Pull up in a hell cat black power Vlone cover my back up Got a black Mac  I don't really need back up Need a bad bitch  Suck dick and give back rubs Nigga act out end up in a backwood  Finna smash out Two ten on my dashboard  Finna cash out  Blue notes on my satchel  It ain't safe out  Safe house had a trap door Neighhors nosey Had to trap from the back door Nigga keep the 45 tucked Come test your luck Link with the plug Like I need jump Hitting them stains Ring in the tub I love her brain but her booty more dumb Ak on my liver that pack in my lungs  Niggas want beef and ain't got enough funds Ops want me dead and ain't got enough guns I keep bout 2 and they both pack a punch Fly out to London for lunch Only real niggas among us I get the bag when I wanna Now I get head when I want  Price on your head you a number Roll with some niggas that bust Roley on me and it's busted Foreign leave you in the dust Draped up dripped out I got my cake up dipped out Fly out and wreck shit twin towers You ain't gone fuck bitch get out Nigga want smoke these packs sour Pull up in a hell cat black power Pull up in a hell cat black power Pull up in a hell cat black power I done been draped up dripped out I got my cake up dipped out Fly out and wreck shit twin towers You ain't gone fuck bitch get out Nigga want smoke these packs sour Pull up in a hell cat black power Pull up in a hell cat black power Pull up in a hell cat black power Pull up in a track hawk black power Dust a couple racks off the rack tower been through shit that's why I rap about it You don't do shit but lie and act about it I got my cake up that's black power Niggas build a case up and back up out it Niggas tried to bake us and laugh about it Shit wasn't funny whenever i clapped about it I ain't got time to waste, money on my dinner plate for a dollar I cannot be late Focus on nothing but balance I left a few years to get right but fans will be straight I'm in the city my family love when I'm home cuz they know that I got me a break Call up my jeweler to make me piece for the summer, I tell him to copy and paste Nigga I went on vacation I spent a few years over seas and now I'm coming back Make sure you know who you love and if they choose another then I guess they fumbled the bag Paint job black power, I bought face out black power Pull up in the hell cat black power, ima let a shell crack black power Draped up dripped out I got my cake up dipped out Fly out and wreck shit twin towers You ain't gone fuck bitch get out Nigga want smoke these packs sour Pull up in a hell cat black power Pull up in a hell cat black power Pull up in a hell cat black power I done been draped up dripped out I got my cake up dipped out Fly out and wreck shit twin towers You ain't gone fuck bitch get out Nigga want smoke these packs sour Pull up in a hell cat black power Pull up in a hell cat black power Pull up in a hell cat black power

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