Chinx Drugz - Right There lyrics
rate mefeat. French Montana & Juicy J
[Hook]
Hoe be on the back side, she holdin
On that whitelit, she patronin
All the hustlers know about her, bout her
Money all around her
She bust open that flower for a dollar
Holler nigga that bitch right there
Look at that bitch right there, right, right there
Look at that bitch right there, right, right there
Look at that bitch right there, right, right there
Look at that bitch right there, right, right there
I be turnt up to the max, going off with them racks
Made it here with my strap, up in here with them hats
Keep my swisher full of that gas
25 of her back, small waist...stole that stole that thing with no mac
And that hall stand, she ball leggin
When she walks she looks like she shakin
Swear to lord I hit I’m gonna tape it
Man that ... low manus
Keep my pocket, cue ball, hit the club and school tomorrow
Your money funny, duval, ruball
Lock eyes when I seen her, just like katrina
Stupid mop the street and you clean em
Give em I don’t feed them
Rising up I’m freezing
Heart cold I’m bleeding
[Hook]
Hoe be on the back side, she holdin
On that whitelit, she patronin
All the hustlers know about her, bout her
Money all around her
She bust open that flower for a dollar
Holler nigga that bitch right there
Look at that bitch right there, right, right there
Look at that bitch right there, right, right there
Look at that bitch right there, right, right there
Look at that bitch right there, right, right there
Juicy J I will stay faded, cali lacks pills and ladies
Geeked up in the mercedes
Kush blowing like a 3 80
Bought the whole bar sold up
While you shaking that ass
I’m throwing that cash and sippin that mud
Quarter pound and a double cup
I’m trippy maine, I don’t give a fuck
Molly make her give it up
Them bands here, give it up
All in my, all in my lap
She knows the words to my lap
Model from the front, cheroke from the back
Hourglass frame, keep my name in her mouth
To stand on this red bone, I know she from the south
You know I stay stuntin, got more game than playstation
Hit her, hit her one more time, that bitch go on vacation
[Hook]
Hoe be on the back side, she holdin
On that whitelit, she patronin
All the hustlers know about her, bout her
Money all around her
She bust open that flower for a dollar
Holler nigga that bitch right there
Look at that bitch right there, right, right there
Look at that bitch right there, right, right there
Look at that bitch right there, right, right there
Look at that bitch right there, right, right there
Big shots for your lady,
She down low like data
Montana that pill, flowing, stay with them gators
Hunned bands and it’s hunned bands
And it’s hunned bands then we roll out
My new orlean, few orlean, got that super dome
See that, pop that, what you twerking, weed
Throw up hunned bands on that pole, turbulence
Game we perfected, now we run the city
First we hit the fashions then sin city
Shawty bust it open then she bring a friend
She know they ain’t friends, really got them m’s
Mister high, montana
Chinx drugz for a rock, push that hammer
[Hook]
Hoe be on the back side, she holdin
On that whitelit, she patronin
All the hustlers know about her, bout her
Money all around her
She bust open that flower for a dollar
Holler nigga that bitch right there
Look at that bitch right there, right, right there
Look at that bitch right there, right, right there
Look at that bitch right there, right, right there
Look at that bitch right there, right, right there.
