chinx - dope house lyrics
[produced by velous]
[intro: chinx]
my n-gga if you ain’t coppin’ you ain’t got no business around the f-cking spot
f-ck you hangin ’round the trap for?
up out my dope house
[hook: chinx]
booking on the interstate i’m bailing with them bricks
cooking with the flour, hit me if you need the fish
bottom of the ninth, choppers loaded, that’s the ball game
p-ssy you a target and i barely ever miss
f-ck up out my dope house
f-ck up out my dope house
f-ck up out my dope house
f-ck up out my dope house
[verse 1: chinx]
no degrees but did my thing in culinary
either that or could’ve hit them courts and hoop
creep up on them with them hammers we gon’ nail em
keep my pistols smoking like some campbell soup
d.a. tryna lock me up for child abuse cause i was whippin’ babies
in the daycare, and pushed em off the stoop
chopper with the scope, tell them n-ggas merry christmas
but it won’t be santa claus n-ggas sending through your roof
catch a n-gga hanging round the trap, he need to buy something
i’ma do the chicken dance with flocka when them pies come
pull up to the dock and park the v up on the boat
p-ssy n-gga, guarantee less than a key will get you smoked
when that money come in, you and some your n-ggas fall out
hate it when you pull up to the venue with them cars out
all my diamonds blue, the jeweler got me on some loc sh-t
and them k!llers with me down to shoot, ain’t with no ho sh-t
[hook: chinx]
booking on the interstate i’m bailing with them bricks
cooking with the flour, hit me if you need the fish
bottom of the ninth, choppers loaded, that’s the ball game
p-ssy you a target and i barely ever miss
f-ck up out my dope house
f-ck up out my dope house
f-ck up out my dope house
f-ck up out my dope house
[verse 2: jadakiss]
yeah, f-ck up out my dope house, where them n-ggas came from
montega jada, where you think i got the name from
raised round the junkies, where you think i got my game from
soon as the love stop, that’s when the pain come
we ain’t selling bundles either, we just moving big sh-t
try to disappear with some work, get your wig split
you can try to find a vein or you can sniff sh-t
get it on the arm then i need a little interest
naw you can’t live with us, we don’t want no visitors
people call us drug dealers, i say we distributors
haters gone hate cause we keep making em sick of us
keep making it hot, they gone think about evicting us
[hook: chinx]
booking on the interstate i’m bailing with them bricks
cooking with the flour, hit me if you need the fish
bottom of the ninth, choppers loaded, that’s the ball game
p-ssy you a target and i barely ever miss
f-ck up out my dope house
f-ck up out my dope house
f-ck up out my dope house
f-ck up out my dope house
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