Powder 2014 lyrics

[Chorus: BeatKing]
Powder get you hyper
Get you hyper
Get you hype
Get you, get you, get you hyper
Hold up
Spread 'em wide b*tch
And keep that powder
They goin need their cellphone battery
Club good tonight
Club limelight
Hold up
She on the floor
On that blow
She got that *snorting*
Up her nose
Rich b*tch
f*ck 'em hoes
Head down
Touch yo toes

[Verse 1: Skinny Pimp]
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 f*cking 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 di*k
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, R.I.P Lord Infamous
[Chorus: BeatKing]
Powder get you hyper
Get you hyper
Get you hype
Get you, get you, get you hyper
Hold up
Spread 'em wide b*tch
And keep that powder
They goin need their cellphone battery
Club good tonight
Club limelight
Hold up
She on the floor
On that blow
She got that *snorting*
Up her nose
Rich b*tch
f*ck 'em hoes
Head down
Touch yo toes

[Verse 2: BeatKing]
Hold up
I keep a bunny with ass
She twerk some with passion’
She always tweakin off pills
She get high as f*ck 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
b*tch bustin’ like a pistol
Bounce that ass like a six-fo'
She a brick b*tch
She on my di*k
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 pus*y was a crime
I still f*ck with dimes and
Buss that pus*y like its 380
Just like a b*tch name Katie
She gave me head in [?]
These spread em b*tches up in
Chevrolet you be bored
Get that molly out your purse
Drop it down and twerk
Hold up
[Chorus: BeatKing]
Powder get you hyper
Get you hyper
Get you hype
Get you, get you, get you hyper
Hold up
Spread 'em wide b*tch
And keep that powder
They goin need their cellphone battery
Club good tonight
Club limelight
Hold up
She on the floor
On that blow
She got that *snorting*
Up her nose
Rich b*tch
f*ck 'em hoes
Head down
Touch yo toes

[Outro: DJ T. Lewis]
Hold up
*Ringing*
PRSG Lewis checkin in
You already know what it is n*gga
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’erbody
Yes i do
It’s that same clip
It’s that same clip
I need you to make some music for these ratchet ass strippers
You hear what I’m saying
I wanna go the the Bullethole strip club
And I wanna hear your sh*t in there
And then I wanna go to the upper echelon strip club
And have the wannabe ratchet strippers gettin loose to that b*tch
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
Motherf*ckin’ assistant principals and they still
Motherf*ckin twerkin' like them hoes
Yes
Oh ok
That’s what I wanna go
I wanna see all of this sh*t
And I wanna, I want everytime I see it i, I just want my motherf*ckin [?]
About, n*gga this is some gangsta ass strippin’ you feel what I’m saying?
Like I wanna that b*tch 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 sh*t
Y’know what i’m saying, that’s that Mississippi sh*t
n*gga it gets real n*gga
Illuminati n*gga
You insane n*gga
This what we do down here
n*gga this is gangsta stripper music at it’s finest
I was sittin up here in the strip club the other night
b*tch 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 sh*t man”
But salute to you my n*gga man
Ey
You go straight up on this mix man
You know the whole [?] movement behind it
The [?] movement behind it
And you know n*gga it’s still
You know Houston, that’s the home n*gga
That’s the heart n*gga
You know we got to hold Houston baby
Gangstas in Houston together
You already know man
We in this b*tch
We got CSP Lewis you know what I’m sayin
We got BeatKingKong with the "Hold up" Hey
Everytime a b*tch 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 it
You almost, almost, almost
Uh I gotta go smoke some cigarettes for that then
Cause I dont 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
Oh man
I can’t endorse that one
I can’t endorse that one