Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Powda 4 The Hoes, artist - Andre Nickatina. Album song I Hate You With A Passion, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.04.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fillmoe Coleman
Song language: English
Powda 4 The Hoes |
Check this out heffa I’m a ghetto star |
69 Cutty is my favorite car |
Chew gets rolled then here come the hoes |
In the G-string panties and the sexy clothes |
Snow white powda jets across the dash |
It’s all about dope man plenty of cash |
Every fucking day man an ounce to smoke |
Game from the brain keep the bitches broke |
Money dope and pussy hits the corner don’t stop |
No time for the playa haters hoes come jock and I’m over |
Spittin like I’m clean and sober |
Indo got me feeling good hoes want cola |
It’s like that man it’s just like this |
These heffas can’t have me so these hoes be pissed |
All day everyday hittin them corners |
All day everyday chewy aroma |
When you gets out all night fucking with a fat rat |
You rubber band g’s coming brickhouse stacks |
Check this out partna can you smell the skunk |
Or the fine red scent from the honey blunt |
Do the things I do to make the hoes wonder |
But I’m dock in the cuts and I’m over on the under |
Chewy for my niggas powda for the hoes |
When they panties come down bitch anything goes |
Mo powda Mo powda |
Mo dank Mo dank |
Mo hoes Mo hoes |
Mo bank Mo bank |
Chewy boy do me I still got tricks (?) |
From Frisco to Flordia hoes ain’t shit |
I eat potatos over stuffing |
Cuties. |
heffas. |
nothing. |
Call down on the phone if you think I’m bluffin |
I like money and pussy |
You like pussy and money |
Is it different motha fucker ain’t a damn thing funny |
And 30 dollar sacs make sexy hoes moist |
Mary Jane and Pam is a cherries main choice |
Cause these heffas they like smoking budda by the bay |
Well stop talking bitch and fire up that J. |
You’s a hoe. |
Cocaine came from the mo. |
Mother fuckas try to get as high as they can go Honey blunt stop. |
New drop top. |
Seatbelts. |
look straight here come the cops |
They gone. |
mother fuck the chewys back on I slept with cutty chrome I see hoes on the phone |
Carmel and Butterscotch. |
they both got ass |
And I’m thinking to myself should I waste that gas |
So I lit another fow one. |
turned up the volume |
Check the profile and the rear’s quite handsome |
Baby whats your name? |
Was that her or me? |
It really don’t matter cause I’m thinking about a 3. |
Some for the party. |
Some for the rows. |
Chewy for my niggas and powda for the hoes. |
I’m over on the under at E and J. |
Eating hashbrowns and grits served just my way |
Cause the munchies in the stomach from the indo clouds |
And these heffers get wet when the 15's pound |
Like Oh Rap Daddy. |
Sugar brown patty |
Get with me and you will that I can make you happy but HOE |
I got Mary Jane and Pam |
Where the fuck you from do you know who I am? |
A nigga that will melt in your mother fucking mouth |
Without saying one word hoe check my clout |
An ounce of that doja. |
Eighth to the face. |
Back up hoes cause a nigga needs space |
I’m a con. |
and that got to be right |
with a mind like Don King to make punk hoes fight |
It seems like you ready for the grind and bump |
And this chewy got me fine and I’m thinking about fucking |
Going to sleep and waking up and eat |
And then I’m back in the cut with this zap code beat. |
(?) |
The phat rat cat rat nigga why you do that |
I’m over on the under but you sexy hoes knew that |