Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Right There , by - Juicy J. Song from the album Smokin Session, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.01.2014
Record label: Eastside
Song language: English
Right There |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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… |