Rae Sremmurd, Swae Lee, Slim Jxmmi ft. Juicy J – Powerglide

Lyrics to “Powerglide” performed by Rae Sremmurd, Swae Lee, Slim Jxmmi feat. Juicy J

What’s in ya’ mug, toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
I was sliding in the Lamb’ with the powerglide
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside

She wanna f*ck, speak up
Comin’ out her clothes
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the pole
And I don’t care if she take all of mine
Like it ain’t sh*t but a dollar sign

Diamonds unthawed, comin’ in froze
Got too many girls to let one of them go
When I make a purchase, I can’t wait to showboat
If she bad, I put a pinky ring on, snow globe

I’ma have that pussy on lock like Hulk Hogan
She was going up and down the pole like yo-yo
You can say I’m greedy ’cause I always want more
I don’t f*ck with holmes ’cause they with some slow-pokes

Oh, money on monsoon, baby girl full moon
Give these n*ggas with some money some room
She don’t stop, batteries not included
Oh, big balling like Mutombo, yeah
Much cooler than the cool kids, woah
Can you believe every night we do this, yeah

What’s in ya’ mug, toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
I was sliding in the Lamb’ with the powerglide
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside

She wanna f*ck, speak up
Comin’ out her clothes
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the pole
And I don’t care if she take all of mine
Like it ain’t sh*t but a dollar sign

Hold up, I’ma go and spend those hundreds though
I don’t care if she had a man, so
Pedicure gang, get your fingernails did
With no shame, flips that ass like heads or tails

And she finer than a motherlover
Can I hit that ass like a bullseye
She gon’ suck like a bloodsucker
My feet higher than a motherf*cker

Oh, I hear you like fast cash
Baby, you know I got the hots for you
I’m being reckless, so I cash in
She said, I only wanna dance for you

We have no mercy for you, no
Me and my n*ggas closer than in-laws
F*ck an interview, she know the answer
Prototype cars not a Jaguar, aaah

What’s in ya’ mug, toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
I was sliding in the Lamb’ with the powerglide
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside

She wanna f*ck, speak up
Comin’ out her clothes
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the pole
And I don’t care if she take all of mine
Like it ain’t sh*t but a dollar sign

Duck sauce on my feet, hoe, pass around the pre-rolls
Rollie on my chain, Flava Flav with the Steez, hoe
Kush residue on my jeans, I blow hella dope
And them classic Reeboks, whiter than snow

And a n*gga be dressin’, walkin’ ’round, Gucci steppin’
Unintentional flexin’, tryna send out a message
Money walk with the extra, shake that ass wit’ ya bestie
Seein’ stars in the rental, got your broad in the rental

20K in AOD and it’s just me and my kinfolk
Tryna send a girl to college, I ain’t coppin’ no free show
Say her birthday late July, yeah, that means she a Leo
Might just leave with me tonight, but that don’t mean she a freak hoe

F*ck with dancers and models, shout out them girls who get dollars
Shawty came from the bottom, yeah, shout out Keisha Bottoms
Couple cases of Rosé, came out to me with the sparkles
I pour up for all the girls, but I’ma drink out the bottles

What’s in ya’ mug, toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
I was sliding in the Lamb’ with the powerglide
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside

She wanna f*ck, speak up
Comin’ out her clothes
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the pole
And I don’t care if she take all of mine
Like it ain’t sh*t but a dollar sign

She got that million dollar pussy, but I get it for the free
She like to do a lot of snow, I told that b*tch to come and ski
Shawty bad, she can get it, she can swallow, she can spit it
Bring her friend, if she with it, on the pole, y’all can split it

In the bed or the Lamb’
Got your b*tch suckin’ di*k on the ‘Gram
V12 helped me get up out the jam, trunk full of slam
R.I.P. Lil Peep, I gotta slow down on them Xans

Just had a ménage, back seat of my Benz
Put that sh*t on camera, she squirted on the lens
Then she told me put it on her chinny chin-chin
Pocket full of nothin’ but them Benjy Franklins

With the gang posted up, puttin’ numbers up
B*tch, want me that check first, I don’t wanna f*ck
They say it’s cuffin’ season, baby, you ain’t good enough
She want a real n*gga, dog, you ain’t hood enough

What’s in ya’ mug, toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
I was sliding in the Lamb’ with the powerglide
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside

She wanna f*ck, speak up
Comin’ out her clothes
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the pole
And I don’t care if she take all of mine
Like it ain’t sh*t but a dollar sign…

➤ Produced by Juicy J, J. Hovart, Mike WiLL Made-It & Mally Mall
Album: SremmLife 3
Rae Sremmurd & Swae Lee & Slim Jxmmi & Juicy J 2018