Chinx Drugz Who Do You Love Lyrics
Who Do You Love by Chinx Drugz
(Intro)
Chinx! Aye, nigga, get the fuck out the car
It's a jack move, nigga
(Verse)
I'm the nigga, I'm the nigga, I'm the nigga, hoe
With the Miami Cuban, but I started wit a Figaro
I'm the nigga, I'm the nigga, hoe
That be dunkin' on a pussy, but tonight I'm just gon' finger, oh
Said he run out, how he figure, oh?
Even yo own bitch tell ya coke boyz run the city, yo
Niggas know that I get busy, tough
Hundred rounds run how fast niggas could get fifty though
Pull the niggas by the coat-el, call the shots
My Koreans do my fingers and my toe nails
Move the white if the dope fail, if I get knocked
Then I know my nigga Frenchie got me, he gon' post bail
Plankin' on a cat, then I dive off, kill it? I'mma catch a 1-8-7, and then drive off
Shawty know I've got the pussy in the chokehold
Blacks frienda pull the freaks by the polo
(Hook x4)
Bitch, who do ya love?
(Verse)
I'm the nigga wit the plugs, I'm the nigga who got homies that be sellin' drugs
I'm that nigga on the bad street
With the fly heat, niggas spin around like athletes
I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga
My Bank of America account got six figures
I'm that nigga on the bloc, police pull up, I'm tryna stash the Glock
You that nigga on the low-low, you that nigga, you the one having talkin' to the popo
Porsche shit, no forgies
Niggas can't afford these. The Paramore shit on the 911
How come my homies not 911?
I'm that nigga with the juce but I ain't neva do my nigga like Padle
(Hook x4)
Bitch, who do ya love?
(Verse)
I got a shawty named Texan Ann, got a buddy named OGB and now you know the deal
We turned up in a studio, late night
This why the songs that you hear coming real tight
OVIO cool, nigga, thought I told you
If you a playa in the game, they should hold you
A man shot my nigga Game, he just roll through
Eating crab outta Malibu with no booth
A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game
Until these women get the notion that they runnin'
the game
They got money that they jumping on the pole to make
Did a model, took a flight to the Golden State
I'm the general, just makin' sure the show is straight
Had to leave my nigga, homie got an open case
But I'm big in the West like I'm big in the South
We gon' play some people out, we gon' figure it out
And my name 2 big, and my gang 2 big
Young Money, shit, he and Lil' Wayne too big
I'mma crush that ass even if it ain't too big
I would pinky swear, but my pinky rank two vees
(Hook x4)
Bitch, who do ya love?
Chinx! Aye, nigga, get the fuck out the car
It's a jack move, nigga
(Verse)
I'm the nigga, I'm the nigga, I'm the nigga, hoe
With the Miami Cuban, but I started wit a Figaro
I'm the nigga, I'm the nigga, hoe
That be dunkin' on a pussy, but tonight I'm just gon' finger, oh
Said he run out, how he figure, oh?
Even yo own bitch tell ya coke boyz run the city, yo
Niggas know that I get busy, tough
Hundred rounds run how fast niggas could get fifty though
Pull the niggas by the coat-el, call the shots
My Koreans do my fingers and my toe nails
Move the white if the dope fail, if I get knocked
Then I know my nigga Frenchie got me, he gon' post bail
Plankin' on a cat, then I dive off, kill it? I'mma catch a 1-8-7, and then drive off
Shawty know I've got the pussy in the chokehold
Blacks frienda pull the freaks by the polo
(Hook x4)
Bitch, who do ya love?
(Verse)
I'm the nigga wit the plugs, I'm the nigga who got homies that be sellin' drugs
I'm that nigga on the bad street
With the fly heat, niggas spin around like athletes
I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga
My Bank of America account got six figures
I'm that nigga on the bloc, police pull up, I'm tryna stash the Glock
You that nigga on the low-low, you that nigga, you the one having talkin' to the popo
Porsche shit, no forgies
Niggas can't afford these. The Paramore shit on the 911
How come my homies not 911?
I'm that nigga with the juce but I ain't neva do my nigga like Padle
(Hook x4)
Bitch, who do ya love?
(Verse)
I got a shawty named Texan Ann, got a buddy named OGB and now you know the deal
We turned up in a studio, late night
This why the songs that you hear coming real tight
OVIO cool, nigga, thought I told you
If you a playa in the game, they should hold you
A man shot my nigga Game, he just roll through
Eating crab outta Malibu with no booth
A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game
Until these women get the notion that they runnin'
the game
They got money that they jumping on the pole to make
Did a model, took a flight to the Golden State
I'm the general, just makin' sure the show is straight
Had to leave my nigga, homie got an open case
But I'm big in the West like I'm big in the South
We gon' play some people out, we gon' figure it out
And my name 2 big, and my gang 2 big
Young Money, shit, he and Lil' Wayne too big
I'mma crush that ass even if it ain't too big
I would pinky swear, but my pinky rank two vees
(Hook x4)
Bitch, who do ya love?