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powers pleasant - please forgive lyrics

[intro: denzel curry]
n-gg- really done f-cked up now
lemme catch my breath
finna hold my breath
yo power this a really great beat, good job

[verse 1: denzel curry & idk]
get it and go, stack up my dough
b-tch eat my d-ck like her meat my hero
black on my body like neo, i been had the sauce
i’m the new tapatío, the f-ck is a tío?
terrell owens, f-ckin’ b-tches barely knowin’ them
sometimes i feel suicidal, shout out to my n-gg- $crim
bang, no chiddy, run it up like giddy, better not f-ck with me, zeltron 6 billi’
got the rock like milly, get sent like 50 (yeah)
better not talk sh-t when i got goons with me
i got the power (right), but i’m not a ranger (yeah)
got the beat by power (right) and we just made a banger

[verse 2: idk]
get it and go, i’ll stomp your -ss to the ground
if you think you can f-ck with my flow
open the door, i do not walk through that muhf-cker
if they not talkin’ no dough
i don’t smoke dro, i barely drink
pull up that coffee for n-gg-s that sleep
used to sell quarter of ounces of stink
i make a quarter a show if you blink
you couldn’t see what i saw, now you peep
now they on d, i hit the flea flicker
you should’ve seen quicker, i’ma just ether him
i’ma just ether him, make ’em see heater, son
i’m a say i’m the dad, n-gg-s from trinidad
come with that choppa’ that don’t need no helipad
hit your -ss, pop, pop, and now you irrelevant
pop up the trunk and i don’t mean an elephant
i’m talkin’ stacks, you talkin’ bricks
all of the rhymes you rap ain’t legit
i catch a case, i plead the fifth
you catch a case, you bring the clique
i’m not the type to lose sleep for a b-tch
i might just f-ck for a week then i quit
i might just cop me a rollie that don’t lose the value and
trade in the sh-t for a crib

[verse 3: zillakami]
b-tch, i don’t got no respect for opposition
casket and it don’t show with dirty feelings
blood on my blood, you get the picture
blaze carry blades with tet-n-s, so get shot
y’all thinkin’ my jit gettin’ booed off stage
writing books like me, you ain’t on my page
grey 5-9 apes, we sell waves
b-tch, you won’t act tough with a gun in yo’ face
i pull up with a red light, n-gg-, what’s up?
n-gg- tryna peel off like, “oh sh-t, f-ck”
when the buckshots spray, better duck or have luck
all my dogs got fed when the moon comes up
wit’ a pit bull off, it’s lit
it’s the wardog boss, real sh-t
they never break, they form, stay a milli’
when the clip go off, what’s up?

[verse 4: zombie juice]
i just jumped back like i’m on one
look what you did, b-tch, you owe us somethin’
i’m just the guy, like just get it done
smokin’ gelato, got plenty sons
you like juwanna mann, i like designer fame
tats on my chest, rep’ the zombies man
all on that b-tch like a sonogram
i be that n-gg-, that hall of fame
look at yourself, we are not the same
high as a pit like i’m on a plane
f-ckin’ that b-tch like they all the same
ain’t nun’ with juice
i’m drunk off the booze with a thou’ on the shoes
i just won’t lose, n-gg-s is fool, swag
i’m rockin’ the blue fur, i like that b-tch right there
think i’m gon’ like, her

[chorus: idk]
get it and go, your b-tch is a hoe
she sent me a flick when i flick on my phone
get it and go, your b-tch is a hoe
she sent me a flick when i flick on my phone
hit it and go, i p-ss her to bro
he shoot this shot, and i bet he gon’ score
hit it and go, i p-ss her to bro
he shoot his shot, and i bet he gon’, bet he gon’
get it and go, your b-tch is a hoe
she sent me a flick when i flick on my phone
get it and go, your b-tch is a hoe
she sent me a flick when i flick on my phone
hit it and go, i p-ss her to bro
he shoot his shot, and i bet he gon’ score
hit it and go, i p-ss her to bro
he shoot his shot, and i bet he gon’, bet he gon’

- powers pleasant lyrics

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