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Foxy Brown - "Chyna Whyte"
Chyna White.. uh.. Chyna White uh.
Yall know me right?
Im that same bitch yall niggas want for half price
Same bitch yall niggas be blamin all yall problems on
Im the reason why half yall niggas
Cant even go in your moms crib no more
Uh.. Im the type of bitch leave a nigga nose stiff
And get his hoes hit, make his toes shift
Tell the mans and them, look, yall aint have shit
Til yall motherfuckers switch and smoke this shit
The reason Mike fucked around and moped his bitch
In his jones, little son Troy is loc-ed and shit
I aint the cause of niggas with knives that tote this shit
Its when they spit cuz niggas came up real short with they shit
And Im on a nigga like novicane, straight to the brain
Shoot it up and get both his nose and toes at the same
Niggas gave me nickname, Chyna, last name White
Guaranteed to have your ass open first night
Bad bitch, slanted eyes, powdered with white
Somethin special, not your average baddest little thing in sight
I know this dude Ritz that fucked with a bitch
Get you right, matter of fact, dude could get her half price
No shit, she got a crew that aint nothin nice, dime shit
Had yall motherfuckers believin that yall can fly and shit
Matter fact Mel, used to fuck a girl Trish gal
Unique hit little E and bomb bags heroin
Now they assed out, in the hood massed out
Gave a rex and Tims fucked up with they gats out
Wit no love
Ill Nana, Ill Nana, I need ten dollars, Ill Nana
Baby I cant give you no more money
What you mean you cant give me no money?
Man, boy, wheres my TV?
Nana, I smoked the TV
Uh, no love, changed a few thugs, new drugs
Niggas started stashin things on Mother Gasten
Hottest shit to hit the streets, divide peeps
Divide crew love, fuck trees, now its OZs
Small leaks and niggas with false leads and nosebleeds
Vein popped, pop shells and close sales
Bitches, they nose frail, got the word that coke sale
Uh, flip it once you can match a nigga bail
Uh, flip it twice you officially on
Had the richest niggas fucked up, kissin your thong
Mysterys on
Uh, flip it three times, you straight, crib on a lake
Cristal and cheese cake, cock sucker d shake, niggas flake
Huh, flip it once more, youre leary, huh
Feds in your ass, skid money dont make money
What happened to get money? The bitches, the cars and brick money
The spot on Bain Bridge
Yall niggas aint claimin shit now, huh
Yall know me now, fucked up in the game
No love, no love.
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