BeatKing, Kingpin Skinny Pimp, DJ T. Lewis - Powder 2014 lyrics
[BeatKing, Kingpin Skinny Pimp, DJ T. Lewis - Powder 2014 lyrics]
Powder get you hyper get you hyper
Get you hype get you, get you, get you hyper
Hold up spread em wide bitch
And keep that powder
They goin need their cellphone battery
Club good tonight club lymelight
Hold up she on the floor on that blow
Up her nose rich bitch
Fuck em hoes head down touch yo toes
Hold up powder get you hyper
Have you in that water snorted out
Party like a rockstar
With a pet cause they very loud
Skinny Pimp is in the house
I used keep my hundred full
Keep them hoes up all fucking night
Because they love them drugs
Keep on selling that Michelle Pfeiffer
Hoe just call me Tony Montana
When I used to be on that blow
I come down on that cushowana
Pimp them hoes going and they
Chewing on that dick
They hit a couple o’ lines to
Keep them woke on a track
I heard that cocaine used to be
The biggest pimp around town
With that kush, pills or drank
Then they coming down
We up on late night on Funky Town
South Memphis
That's what the M call it, RIP Lord Infamous
Hold up i keep a bunny with ass
She twerk some with passion’
She always tweakin off pills
She get high as fuck then laugh
At night time she a bartender
Her tities be exposed
She twerk like she from the hood
Btricks tip her when she kiss hoes
Bitch bustin’ like a pistol
Bounce that ass like a 6’fo
She a brick bitch she on my dick
My arm, neck and wrist floss
She got patnas they all bad
They throw they ass in a line
Club God woulda be in jail
If ratchet pussy was a crime
I still fuck with dimes and
Buss that pussy like it's 380
Just like a bitch name Katie
She gave me head in
These spread em bitches up in
Chevrolet you b bored
Get that molly out your purse
Drop it down and twerk hold up hold up
Lewis checkin in
You already know what it is nigga
Gangsta Stripper Music Part 2
That’s that music that’s goin
Touch e’erybody right here
I mean, i mean like BeatKing, really?
Honestly? Let’s be real man
You make music for e’erbaddi
It’s that same clip it’s that same clip
I need you to make some music
For these ratchet ass strippers
You see what I’m saying
I wanna go the the Bullethole strip club
And I wanna hear your shit in there
And then I wanna go to
The upper echelon strip club
And have the wannabe ratchet strippers
Gettin loose to that bitch
I’m talkin bout bussin it open
Poppin lemon drops
That twisted type strip club man
(yeah, yea yea yea yea)
That’s how I wanna know (You talkin bout
You wan the ratchet ass hoes twerkin
Then you wanna go to the
Clubs where you got the
Motherfuckin’ assistant principals and
They still
Motherfuckin twerkin like them hoes) yes
(Oh ok) that’s what I wanna go
I wanna see all of this shit
And I wanna, I want everytime I see it i
I just want my motherfuckin
About, nigga this is some gangsta ass
Strippin’ you feel what I’m saying?
Like I wanna that bitch up there strippin
And she stuntin at the same time
Like she probably got a pistol on her side
(See that’s it, now that’s that Miam… now
That’s that Mississippi shit
Y’know what i’m saying
That’s that Mississippi shit)
Nigga it gets real nigga illuminati nigga
You insane nigga this what we do down here
This is gangsta stripper music at it’s finest
I was sittin up here in the
Strip club the other night
Bitch walked up to me like man
Hey can you play some of that BeatKing
I was like what you want
Then "throw that ass"
She was like nah I don’t want
That I want ‘ratchet hoes’ cause we ratchet
I was like "gawd damn
Alright then lemme drop this shit man"
But salute to you my nigga man (Hey)
You go straight up on this mix man
You know the whole movement behind it
The movement behind it
And you know nigga it’s still
You know Houston, that’s the home nigga
That’s the heart nigga
You know we got to hold Houston baby
Gangstas in Houston together
You already know man we in this bitch
We got CSP Lewis you know what I’m sayin
Everytime a bitch be throwin that
Ass with that "Hold Up"
Right after I hit em we say "Hold up"
You know what im sayin man
(Hey yow, yow, yow
You need a little more bass in
Your voice but you almost got
You almost, almost, almost)
Uh I gotta go smoke some
Cigarettes for that then
Cause, I don't know what to do with that but
You know, you know
That probably came from a long line of
Twisted E to get you that
I can’t endorse that one
I can’t endorse that one
Get you hype get you, get you, get you hyper
Hold up spread em wide bitch
And keep that powder
They goin need their cellphone battery
Club good tonight club lymelight
Hold up she on the floor on that blow
Up her nose rich bitch
Fuck em hoes head down touch yo toes
Hold up powder get you hyper
Have you in that water snorted out
Party like a rockstar
With a pet cause they very loud
Skinny Pimp is in the house
I used keep my hundred full
Keep them hoes up all fucking night
Because they love them drugs
Keep on selling that Michelle Pfeiffer
Hoe just call me Tony Montana
When I used to be on that blow
I come down on that cushowana
Pimp them hoes going and they
Chewing on that dick
They hit a couple o’ lines to
Keep them woke on a track
I heard that cocaine used to be
The biggest pimp around town
With that kush, pills or drank
Then they coming down
We up on late night on Funky Town
South Memphis
That's what the M call it, RIP Lord Infamous
Hold up i keep a bunny with ass
She twerk some with passion’
She always tweakin off pills
She get high as fuck then laugh
At night time she a bartender
Her tities be exposed
She twerk like she from the hood
Btricks tip her when she kiss hoes
Bitch bustin’ like a pistol
Bounce that ass like a 6’fo
She a brick bitch she on my dick
My arm, neck and wrist floss
She got patnas they all bad
They throw they ass in a line
Club God woulda be in jail
If ratchet pussy was a crime
I still fuck with dimes and
Buss that pussy like it's 380
Just like a bitch name Katie
She gave me head in
These spread em bitches up in
Chevrolet you b bored
Get that molly out your purse
Drop it down and twerk hold up hold up
Lewis checkin in
You already know what it is nigga
Gangsta Stripper Music Part 2
That’s that music that’s goin
Touch e’erybody right here
I mean, i mean like BeatKing, really?
Honestly? Let’s be real man
You make music for e’erbaddi
It’s that same clip it’s that same clip
I need you to make some music
For these ratchet ass strippers
You see what I’m saying
I wanna go the the Bullethole strip club
And I wanna hear your shit in there
And then I wanna go to
The upper echelon strip club
And have the wannabe ratchet strippers
Gettin loose to that bitch
I’m talkin bout bussin it open
Poppin lemon drops
That twisted type strip club man
(yeah, yea yea yea yea)
That’s how I wanna know (You talkin bout
You wan the ratchet ass hoes twerkin
Then you wanna go to the
Clubs where you got the
Motherfuckin’ assistant principals and
They still
Motherfuckin twerkin like them hoes) yes
(Oh ok) that’s what I wanna go
I wanna see all of this shit
And I wanna, I want everytime I see it i
I just want my motherfuckin
About, nigga this is some gangsta ass
Strippin’ you feel what I’m saying?
Like I wanna that bitch up there strippin
And she stuntin at the same time
Like she probably got a pistol on her side
(See that’s it, now that’s that Miam… now
That’s that Mississippi shit
Y’know what i’m saying
That’s that Mississippi shit)
Nigga it gets real nigga illuminati nigga
You insane nigga this what we do down here
This is gangsta stripper music at it’s finest
I was sittin up here in the
Strip club the other night
Bitch walked up to me like man
Hey can you play some of that BeatKing
I was like what you want
Then "throw that ass"
She was like nah I don’t want
That I want ‘ratchet hoes’ cause we ratchet
I was like "gawd damn
Alright then lemme drop this shit man"
But salute to you my nigga man (Hey)
You go straight up on this mix man
You know the whole movement behind it
The movement behind it
And you know nigga it’s still
You know Houston, that’s the home nigga
That’s the heart nigga
You know we got to hold Houston baby
Gangstas in Houston together
You already know man we in this bitch
We got CSP Lewis you know what I’m sayin
Everytime a bitch be throwin that
Ass with that "Hold Up"
Right after I hit em we say "Hold up"
You know what im sayin man
(Hey yow, yow, yow
You need a little more bass in
Your voice but you almost got
You almost, almost, almost)
Uh I gotta go smoke some
Cigarettes for that then
Cause, I don't know what to do with that but
You know, you know
That probably came from a long line of
Twisted E to get you that
I can’t endorse that one
I can’t endorse that one