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Chyna Whyte

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Y'all know me right?

I'm that same bitch y'all niggas want for half price

Same bitch y'all niggas was blamin' all y'all problems on

I'm the reason why half of y'all niggas can't

Even go in your moms' crib no more

I'm the type of bitch that leave a nigga nose stiff

And get his hoes hit, make his toes shift

'Tl the demands in all, yo can call me have shit

'Till y'all motherfuckers switch and smoke this shit

The reason mike fucked around and moped with this bitch

And his Jones, little son Troy float this shit

I ain't causin' niggas with nines to tote this shit

'Cause when you spit

'Cause niggas came up real short with they shit

Know one nigga like Novacane, straight to the brain, shoot it upThinkin' both his nose and his toes are the same

Nigga gimme your nickname, Chyna, last name, White

Guaranteed to have your ass open first night

Bad bitch, slanted eyes, powdered with white

Somethin' special, not too average, baddest little thing in sight

I knew this dude Ritz that fucked with a bitch

Get you right, matter of fact, you could get it half price

Shit, she got a crew that ain't nothin nice, dime shit

Have ya motherfuckers believin' ya tryin' to find shit

Matter of fact, Mel, used to fuck a girl, Trish gal

Unique hit, little E and bomb bags Heroin

Now they assed out and the hood massed out

Even Rex and Tim's fucked up with they gats out

No love{Nana, Nana, I need ten dollars ,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, change 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, and that was OZ

Slow leaks and niggas with false leads and nosebleeds

Vein popped, pop shells with close sales

Bitches, they noses frail, got the word that coke sells

Huh, tip it once you could match a nigga bail

Huh, flip it twice you officially on, have the richest niggas fucked up

Kissin' your thong, mystery's on, huh, flip it three times, you straight

Trip on a lake, Cristal and cheese cake

Cock sucker, D shake, niggas flake

Huh, flip it once more you're leary, huh

Feds on your ass, hit money don't make money

What happened to get money, the bitches, the cars and brick money?

The spot on Bay bridge, y'all niggas ain't clamin' shit now huh

Y'all know me now, fucked up in the game, no love, no loveChyna white

Chyna white

Chyna white

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