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Chinx Drugz

Genres: Hip-Hop

Yayo (remix) Lyrics - Chinx Drugz

All my niggas selling yayo 

That bitch won't move till I say so 

We getting to them peso's 

We stacking taller than some Lego's 

And we living like cowabunga 

Keep designer frames over my eyes 

I spent a half a mil on my ride 

I'm one hell of a fly guy 

 

Niggas kingpins let them tell it 

Smoking on that O.G 

From a hundred blocks you can smell it 

Bank accounts on steroids 

Cars like a dealership 

Diddy on that global phone talk hundred million dollar shit 

100 shells and that cherry top where it came from 

The murder block with coke boys 

And I heard about them turn them out? 

Shawty pop her pussy then she pop a pill 

Had a million cash before I signed a deal 

My eyes blurry in that clear port 

We making movies nigga grab a chair for it 

Top down when that car move 

My Versace robe and my house shoes 

One night hundred thousand moving 

Fucking with Loc's and them Pirus 

 

All my niggas selling yayo 

That bitch won't move till I say so 

We getting to them peso's 

We stacking taller than some Lego's 

And we living like cowabunga 

Keep designer frames over my eyes 

I spent a half a mil on my ride 

I'm one hell of a fly guy 

 

Pull up on em' 

Looking like a shark up out of water 

Work up out that drive thru 

Hello, can I take your order 

Hay ships all across the sea, them stones around the border 

People honest they could smell the cocaina odour 

Slippin' on it, trapeze 

Ball until I got bad knees 

She suck until she catch strep throat 

Dick going deep, catch ho 

I was off in that chopper 

Break em off, yea I gots ta 

Fuck niggas imposters send my goons up in su casa 

5-4 we some hustlers, bunch of pigs don't fly straight 

My bezzle be so frozen, that bitch gon' make time wait 

Got four bitches rolling, they look like in line skates 

So if I'm broke broke I go Bruh-Man 

I'm creeping through your fire escape 

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