Lyrics » D » Dre Dog Lyrics » Powda 4 The Hoes Lyrics

Dre Dog - Powda 4 The Hoes Lyrics

Font:

Align:

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 *****ing day man an ounce to smoke

Game from the brain keep the *****es broke

Money dope and ***** 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 *****ing 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 ***** 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 *****

You like ***** and money

Is it different motha *****er 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 ***** and fire up that J..

You's a hoe..

Cocaine came from the mo..

Mother *****as 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 ***** 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..

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 ***** you from do you know who I am?

A nigga that will melt in your mother *****ing 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 *****ing

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

Chorus (x4)

Report error in lyric

Latest Dre Dog Lyrics

The Stress Factor lyrics The Ave. lyrics Smoke Dope And Rap lyrics Situation Critical lyrics Powda 4 The Hoes lyrics Piece Of My Mind lyrics Mutha*****a lyrics Most Hated Man In Frisco lyrics Lips lyrics Killa Whale lyrics

The Powda 4 The Hoes lyrics by Dre Dog is property of their respective authors, artists and labels and are strictly for non-commercial use only.
Copyright © 2009-2026 Azlyricdb.com. All Rights Reserved | Privacy policy | Blog
You are now viewing Dre Dog Powda 4 The Hoes Lyrics