a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

powda - the program lyrics

got the system up, get the windows down
[verse 1:slaine]
here we go, with the powder with the crack cocaine
release the smoke, from the chamber it attack your brain
now they know, everywhere they don’t ask your name
so don’t lose your mind, you can’t take back that fame
act this game, bad b-tches practice brain
left a trail around the world full of [?]
tell[?] from switzerland, england the michigan
go back to callie, got [?] got you [?]
this isn’t cool jay, and i ain’t no tardsmith
i’m just a dog with a squad and an art gift
i’m just a [?]like the [?]
and you’re just a slob, not a job, you just dog sh-t
i got a feeling that you having thoughts of k!lling me
all you’s jealous now, none of you’s as ill as me
i got artillery, like the f-cking military
so i’mma make another mill, you just take a pill and be

i was at terror since the public school era
… f-cking up your program x 2

[verse 2:termanology]
i’m a monster, a motherf-cking mike murderer
sniff powder with white b-tches on white furniture
lightburners up in the air and make fireworks
cut your f-cking b-tch into pieces and take her prada purse
i’m in the church, where the bible confessors[?]suicidal
i put the razorblades on my face and lace it to pieces
before i let you freak it on the beat better than me
f-ck your freaking nature, and i got a odd future, and a odd past
so here’s the forecast
but it’s rain on your party, hope you got a tent
[????] put you in your place[????]
a good breathe this is weed,cocaine and sherm
[???????]

i was at terror since the public school era
… f-cking up your program x 2

[verse 3:powda]
stuff the trees in the phillie, smoking mad big blunts
i had a ball of the throw, but i did it all at once
yeah the weed that i smoke, 2 collateral damage
can’t hang with it man, there’s no beating the bandits
i creep where you sleep and f-cking teach you some manners
i freak off the leash[?]
so ready here we go, it’s the corner of convict
big bag of blow, when the [?]
crazy getting dough, yeah you know how the squad get
[?]the smoke, make you do back flips
[?]when my sh-t drop i’m making a ness
cash my checks,[?]but i hit the deck
i’ll do this till i get my death, 6 feet under i’ll get my rest

i was at terror since the public school era
… f-cking up your program x 2

- powda lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS