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Spice 1 - High Powered lyrics
(Intro): Yeah, this is Speezie Ace Black Bossalinie Fetty Chico, Shiznilty I just wanna say I got love for all you haters out there Cause if it wasn't for y'all, we wouldn't be real players Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha... (Verse 1): We're comin' in group with mob tactics and game Ghetto soldiers when we step on the scene Flossin' diamonds flashin' red beams My squad like the S.W.A.T. team Security areas scopin' I'm with the Fourteen By any means cream rules everything Money is power rather die like a soldier than Live my life as a coward How many players spit the real hits? How many ballers you know that you makin' scrill with? Haters be actin' like the game is gone But they ain't open they eyes I've been spendin' dead presidents since they was alive It's like Newport to G.P.C. Generic haters get smoked quick up because they cheep We Yay deep like a shark I pull you under the water Get you caught up in some thug (Shhhh...) Steady mobbin' and stackin' chips in the dirty Bay Suit angles and hittin' switches thugs ain't your average Marks just give up all they cabbage See the big fish eat up the guppies It's like real big dogs to little pound puppies .22 to a .50 cal.(iber) got 'em curious But my style was a problem child Robbin' banks when I was juvenile I told my P.O. (parole officer) I wouldn't give him no drama But if they try to take my life I'm dumpin', that's on my momma And my little girl the world is pre-timers Waitin' for a player like me to get behind her High Powered (Chorus): High-High-High-High-High (Skit over chorus): [...yeah playboy, real players lovin' to ball Natural |
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