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Correct Powda 4 The Hoes Lyrics
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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 s*** 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 Chorus: Chewy for my niggas powda for the hoes When they panties come down bitch anything goes (x3) 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 s*** 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 what's 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.. Chorus (x5) 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 s*** hoes knew that Chorus (x4)
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