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Powder Pink (feat. O.G. SAV Osama) Video (MV)




Performed By: PT
Language: English
Length: 2:16
Written by: Paul Thames




PT - Powder Pink (feat. O.G. SAV Osama) Lyrics
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Stepped out in powder pink, almost f*cked up the fit
Fina put it in her booty, but it looked like it stink
But the coochie on Fiji, nigga, wet like a sink
I'm EBK like my brody, nigga, tatted in ink
If any opps wanna die, hit my line and link
I had your girl a week ago, a shithole in King
Took Lauren Shanahan's box and some bread and dip
I'm on Glenwood Drive with a Nina and a 30 clip
These niggas ain't blasting, they capping
I hit them up and now his moms like, what happened
357 and a Glock, bitch, I'm blasting
These niggas ain't bout the shit, they be rappin'
Hold on, I don't care about the pillys, you want Vagisil
Make sure when you sucking my dick, you ain't got no chill
Let me paint your face with my kids, baby girl, hold still
Niggas told me turn up every track, now I spit to kill
Nah, what was I saying though
Back to your girl, she a thotty, she a basic hoe
She be at the crib, capital K, cause she love the snow
That nasty ass bitch for the streets, why you love her, bro
Nah, I ain't switching up
Know a couple Haitians from the burbs, play with sticks and stuff
Couple niggas saying they go shoot me, I'm calling bluff
You ain't finna catch nobody, nigga, you got kids and stuff
Bitch, you was corny in a way, and you still ain't tough
They solid in the studio, but they tell in cuffs
Tired of these rappin' ass niggas, they soft as fluff
I don't smoke on Platty Kush, nigga, I smoke crimson runts
Stepped out in all Polo
Brought the 40, but I'm solo
Niggas tellin' that's a no-no
Kick shit, like a dojo
Bitch, I'm Tony, you Manolo
Throwing bullets like I'm Romo
In my pockets, you can find all blues, like a cholo
Pink Prada panties for that pussy, baby, perfect
I would never, ever trust a bitch, it ain't worth it
I just hit a pretty foreign bitty, and she was Persian
Pass it to the Haitians, they gon' cut it like a surgeon
Ayy, it's PT, I'm known for bouncing out the whip
Nina like a trampoline, bullets bouncing out the clip
It ain't even Halloween, I'm masked up with a stick
And she gon' get up on her knees, but nigga, you know how it get
Ayy, Osama, man these niggas they don't want no static
Keep it on me out in public, tucked it in a jacket
I know this bitch gon' run her mouth, so I just f*ck and pass it
My brother call me, and I'm pullin' up, don't gotta ask it
Nigga
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Stepped out in powder pink, almost f*cked up the fit
Fina put it in her booty, but it looked like it stink
But the coochie on Fiji, nigga, wet like a sink
I'm EBK like my brody, nigga, tatted in ink
If any opps wanna die, hit my line and link
I had your girl a week ago, a shithole in King
Took Lauren Shanahan's box and some bread and dip
I'm on Glenwood Drive with a Nina and a 30 clip
These niggas ain't blasting, they capping
I hit them up and now his moms like, what happened
357 and a Glock, bitch, I'm blasting
These niggas ain't bout the shit, they be rappin'
Hold on, I don't care about the pillys, you want Vagisil
Make sure when you sucking my dick, you ain't got no chill
Let me paint your face with my kids, baby girl, hold still
Niggas told me turn up every track, now I spit to kill
Nah, what was I saying though
Back to your girl, she a thotty, she a basic hoe
She be at the crib, capital K, cause she love the snow
That nasty ass bitch for the streets, why you love her, bro
Nah, I ain't switching up
Know a couple Haitians from the burbs, play with sticks and stuff
Couple niggas saying they go shoot me, I'm calling bluff
You ain't finna catch nobody, nigga, you got kids and stuff
Bitch, you was corny in a way, and you still ain't tough
They solid in the studio, but they tell in cuffs
Tired of these rappin' ass niggas, they soft as fluff
I don't smoke on Platty Kush, nigga, I smoke crimson runts
Stepped out in all Polo
Brought the 40, but I'm solo
Niggas tellin' that's a no-no
Kick shit, like a dojo
Bitch, I'm Tony, you Manolo
Throwing bullets like I'm Romo
In my pockets, you can find all blues, like a cholo
Pink Prada panties for that pussy, baby, perfect
I would never, ever trust a bitch, it ain't worth it
I just hit a pretty foreign bitty, and she was Persian
Pass it to the Haitians, they gon' cut it like a surgeon
Ayy, it's PT, I'm known for bouncing out the whip
Nina like a trampoline, bullets bouncing out the clip
It ain't even Halloween, I'm masked up with a stick
And she gon' get up on her knees, but nigga, you know how it get
Ayy, Osama, man these niggas they don't want no static
Keep it on me out in public, tucked it in a jacket
I know this bitch gon' run her mouth, so I just f*ck and pass it
My brother call me, and I'm pullin' up, don't gotta ask it
Nigga
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Writer: Paul Thames
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