Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dope House , by - Chinx. Release date: 16.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dope House |
| My nigga if you ain’t coppin' you ain’t got no business around the fucking spot |
| Fuck you hangin 'round the trap for? |
| Up out my dope house |
| 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 |
| Pussy you a target and I barely ever miss |
| Fuck up out my dope house |
| Fuck up out my dope house |
| Fuck up out my dope house |
| Fuck up out my dope house |
| 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 niggas merry Christmas |
| But it won’t be Santa Claus niggas sending through your roof |
| Catch a nigga 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 |
| Pussy nigga, guarantee less than a key will get you smoked |
| When that money come in, you and some your niggas 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 shit |
| And them killers with me down to shoot, ain’t with no ho shit |
| 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 |
| Pussy you a target and I barely ever miss |
| Fuck up out my dope house |
| Fuck up out my dope house |
| Fuck up out my dope house |
| Fuck up out my dope house |
| Yeah, fuck up out my dope house, where them niggas 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 shit |
| Try to disappear with some work, get your wig split |
| You can try to find a vein or you can sniff shit |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Pussy you a target and I barely ever miss |
| Fuck up out my dope house |
| Fuck up out my dope house |
| Fuck up out my dope house |
| Fuck up out my dope house |