Baby Powder

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Roc Marciano - Rap

Baby Powder

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[Intro] When they concentrated cocaine and made it into crack What they couldn't eliminate was that depressive let down That occurs when you stop using cocaine (snorting) What cocaine does is it boosts your ego It makes you feel good about yourself It allows you to function at a higher level [Verse 1: Roc Marciano] Red AMG GT with the beak The V was looking like a tahitian treat The Tech-9 was beneath the seat Check the time on the Patek Philippe I bust the chеck it was sweet as a nectarine Steppеd on the Ki's, did the pepper seed We stretched 10 to 17, a fled for 10 speed in [?] Connect with the team of Medellin Cream soda mixed with codeine I cracked the code like Keanu Reeves The numbers in the binary, lime green That's all I see (That's all I see boy) I'm aligning my Ch'i You on the mic lying through oversized teeth It's all cap, you probably missed that I'm copping VVs, you tryna be sneaky Lean on a Prada beanie, I feel like Adebesi Piña coladas in Waikiki, shit got kinky Thick redbone riding me like Pinky She thinking I'm Ryan Phillippe For real, they even been feeling me in the Philippines I'm feeling pleased The industry is a pyramid scheme, a den of thieves The dinner isn't free, we had to 50 piece the Embassy suites Wherever there's chicken, there's plenty grease Got it out the mud, boy We're gonna get it hustling drugs or by gunpoint We up some points Got a couple young sluts up at Hunter's Point Making a bunch of noise You bum niggas stunk up the joint The funk too pungent to cover it up with a joint What a joy (what up playboy) What a joy [Beat Switch] [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] Shoot first ask questions later The trainers is made out of alligator It ain't too late to congratulate us Spray your brain up like some S-Curl activator Then get back to the paper The face on the piguet is half a glacier You might be mistaken for steak 'um You're light beef All the neighbors heard after the gunfire was the tire screech Any guy say he's flyer than me, it's a reach Don't tear an oblique and a hamstring We don't eat ham king Where I'm from hammers ring Can't be mishandling things I'm not a square but yet my hands is clean Cotton candy minks, Miami links Never let an outsider know what the family thinks Hand me my drink Bitch you're not even my speed My product gave the fiends highbeams I just cake up while my haters watch on IG (watch me) These shades are 8 or 9 G's Stay away from the biters like it's the HIV Check the doppelgangers for fake ID

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Credits

Writers
  • Chuck Strangers
  • Roc Marciano