Chinx Drugz Right There Lyrics

[Hook:]

Donkey on her back side, she holdin’

On that white liquor, she Patronin’

All the hustlers know about her, money all around her

She bust open that flower for a dollar holla

Man that bitch right there, look at that bitch right there, look at that bitch right there

Bitch right there, look at that bitch right there, look at that bitch right there

Bitch right there, look at that bitch right there, look at that bitch right there

Bitch right there, look at that bitch right there, look at that bitch right there

I be turned up to the max, goin’ off with them racks

Made it in with my strap, up in here with them hats

Keep my swisher full of that gas, twenty five on her back

Small waist, all ass. Throw that pussy clean with no mags

In that horse stance, she bold legged. When she walk, she look like she shakin’

Twenty foot long, I hit, I’m gon’ change it

Man these hoes, thank God they low maintenance

Keep my hoes in pocket, cue ball. Hit the club and scoop two more

Your money funny, Duval. You bitch nigga, RuPaul

Lock eyes when I seen her. Ass just like Trina

Scoop ’em off the street and you clean ’em. Give ’em dick, I don’t feed ’em

Racked up, I’m freezin’. Heart cold, I’m bleedin’

Damn look at that bitch, man that ass fat for no reason

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[Juicy J:]

Juicy J always stay faded. Cali, loud pills and ladies

Geek’d up in the Mercedes, kush blowin’ like a 380

My bad bitches on drugs, bought the whole bar some love

While hoes be shakin’ they ass, I’m throwin’ that cash and sippin’ that mud

A quarter pound and a double cup. I’m trippy mane, I don’t give a fuck

Molly make her give it up. Them bands here, ho give it up

Ass all in my lap, she know the words to my rap

Model bitch from the front, Cherokee from the back

Hour glass frame, keep my name in her mouth

The stand on this red bone, I know she from the south

Bitch you know I stay stuntin’. Got more games than Playstation

Tip a bitch one more time, that bitch going on vacay

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[French Montana:]

Big shout out to yo’ lady, she downloadin’ like data

Montana that pimp. Florida state, them gators

Hundred bands in this bitch, then we roll out

My New Orleans bitch got that super dome ahh

See that pussy poppin’ what she twerkin’ wit

Throw a hundred bands on that pole, turbulence

Game we perfected, now we run the city. F-f-f-first we hit Perfection’s then Sin City

Sh-sh-shawty buss it open then she bring a friend

She know they in front them niggas really got them M’s

Miss-Miss-Mister. Hann, M-Montana. Chinx Drugz fall rock, put that camera on her…

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