Chinx Drugz

Chinx Drugz - Right There lyrics

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feat. 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.

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