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Powers (feat. Jim Jones) Video (MV)




Performed By: King Eva
Language: English
Length: 2:46
Written by: Joseph Jones II, Evaristo Gonzales




King Eva - Powers (feat. Jim Jones) Lyrics
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Trap still boomin' like the twin towers
First you get yo money up then get yo powers
My dawg run it up off dope why get a job
Tell em what's gon happen when you see the mob
I just made a hundred, this shit took me like 80 hours
Nigga if your face dirty, you can take you like 80 showers
Nigga wet that body up its like a nigga went to take a shower
I remember going to the store and buying five boxes of that baking powder
Cars with hidden compartments
Words that we hid in apartments
Buying that drip from the store, so of course we did the department
Copping watches out the box too
Same way we cop the drops too
Could still be up in Harlem, all type of foreign a when I stop through
No fear nigga, beep, beep, tell that bitch come down
Hope she can swim, she see my wrist
Well then that bitch gon' drown
All that standing on business, niggas gon' sit you down
If you got the work, well I still got me a list of towns
I got a few habits that's hard to quit
Niggas talkin' bout carrots, nah nigga, that's a starter kit
I got 300 on my neck, boy, I'm a soldier like Spartacus
We ain't jacking no threats, you know my soldiers start to spark and shit
Trap still boomin' like the twin towers
First you get yo money up then get yo powers
My dawg run it up off dope why get a job
Tell em what's gon happen when you see the mob
King
Send a cease and desist to your operation
The Glock 40 aim up at you break yo concentration
If you ain't talking money I'm gon need some translation
Squeeze triggers till I'm cutting off they circulation
The pack land, I attack man, Batman
Red ghost, high score, Pac-Man
1st team all-division yo we gon' send some blitzes
Godpapi has risen but he still whipping sixes
Check the tag on the collar ima rare dog
Young king you hear me barkin' in your AirPods
My boy swiping sending lists through his AirDrop
She like the Grand Nash call it the one with the square top
Northeast hitter, I'm Splinter Cell to spitters
Formulating high incentives, celebrate with liquor
Internet bangers clicking hard but they talk to feds
Pound for pound I'm top ranked, Makhachev
Trap still boomin' like the twin towers
First you get yo money up then get yo powers
My dawg run it up off dope why get a job
Tell em what's gon happen when you see the mob
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English

Trap still boomin' like the twin towers
First you get yo money up then get yo powers
My dawg run it up off dope why get a job
Tell em what's gon happen when you see the mob
I just made a hundred, this shit took me like 80 hours
Nigga if your face dirty, you can take you like 80 showers
Nigga wet that body up its like a nigga went to take a shower
I remember going to the store and buying five boxes of that baking powder
Cars with hidden compartments
Words that we hid in apartments
Buying that drip from the store, so of course we did the department
Copping watches out the box too
Same way we cop the drops too
Could still be up in Harlem, all type of foreign a when I stop through
No fear nigga, beep, beep, tell that bitch come down
Hope she can swim, she see my wrist
Well then that bitch gon' drown
All that standing on business, niggas gon' sit you down
If you got the work, well I still got me a list of towns
I got a few habits that's hard to quit
Niggas talkin' bout carrots, nah nigga, that's a starter kit
I got 300 on my neck, boy, I'm a soldier like Spartacus
We ain't jacking no threats, you know my soldiers start to spark and shit
Trap still boomin' like the twin towers
First you get yo money up then get yo powers
My dawg run it up off dope why get a job
Tell em what's gon happen when you see the mob
King
Send a cease and desist to your operation
The Glock 40 aim up at you break yo concentration
If you ain't talking money I'm gon need some translation
Squeeze triggers till I'm cutting off they circulation
The pack land, I attack man, Batman
Red ghost, high score, Pac-Man
1st team all-division yo we gon' send some blitzes
Godpapi has risen but he still whipping sixes
Check the tag on the collar ima rare dog
Young king you hear me barkin' in your AirPods
My boy swiping sending lists through his AirDrop
She like the Grand Nash call it the one with the square top
Northeast hitter, I'm Splinter Cell to spitters
Formulating high incentives, celebrate with liquor
Internet bangers clicking hard but they talk to feds
Pound for pound I'm top ranked, Makhachev
Trap still boomin' like the twin towers
First you get yo money up then get yo powers
My dawg run it up off dope why get a job
Tell em what's gon happen when you see the mob
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Writer: Joseph Jones II, Evaristo Gonzales
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