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Chyna Whyte Lyrics

Chyna White.. uh.. Chyna White uh.

Y'all know me right?
I'm that same b**** y'all n***** want for half price
Same b**** y'all n***** be blamin' all y'all problems on
I'm the reason why half y'all n*****
Can't even go in your moms' crib no more
Uh.. I'm the type of b**** leave a n**** nose stiff
And get his hoes hit, make his toes shift
Tell the mans and them, look, y'all ain't have s***
'Til y'all m************ switch and smoke this s***

The reason Mike f***** around and moped his b****
In his jones, little son Troy is loc-ed and s***
I ain't the cause of n***** with knives that tote this s***
It's when they spit cuz n***** came up real short with they s***

And I'm on a n**** like novicane, straight to the brain
Shoot it up and get both his nose and toes at the same
n****'s gave me nickname, Chyna, last name White
Guaranteed to have your a** open first night

Bad b****, slanted eyes, powdered with white
Somethin' special, not your average baddest little thing in sight
I know this dude Ritz that f***** with a b****
Get you right, matter of fact, dude could get her half price
No s***, she got a crew that ain't nothin nice, dime s***
Had y'all m************ believin' that y'all can fly and s***
Matter fact Mel, used to f*** a girl Trish gal
Unique hit little E and bomb bags heroin

Now they a**ed out, in the hood massed out
Gave a rex and Tim's f***** up with they gats out
Wit no love

Ill Nana, Ill Nana, I need ten dollars, Ill Nana
Baby I can't give you no more money
What you mean you can't give me no money?
Man, boy, where's my TV?
Nana, I smoked the TV

Uh, no love, changed a few thugs, new drugs
n***** started stashin' things on Mother Gasten
Hottest s*** to hit the streets, divide peeps
Divide crew love, f*** trees, now it's OZ's
Small leaks and n***** with false leads and nosebleeds
Vein popped, pop shells and close sales
b******, they nose frail, got the word that c**e sale

Uh, flip it once you can match a n**** bail
Uh, flip it twice you officially on
Had the richest n***** f***** up, kissin' your thong
Mystery's on

Uh, flip it three times, you straight, crib on a lake
Cristal and cheese cake, c*** sucker d shake, n***** flake
Huh, flip it once more, you're leary, huh
Feds in your a**, skid money don't make money
What happened to get money? The b******, the cars and brick money
The spot on Bain Bridge
Y'all n***** ain't claimin' s*** now, huh
Y'all know me now, f***** up in the game
No love, no love.
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