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Tytuł: Chyna whyte

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   Chyna White.. uh.. Chyna White uh.
  
  Y'all know me right?
  I'm that same bitch y'all niggas want for half price
  Same bitch y'all niggas be blamin' all y'all problems on
  I'm the reason why half y'all niggas
  Can't even go in your moms' crib no more
  
  Uh.. I'm the type of bitch leave a nigga nose stiff
  And get his hoes hit, make his toes shift
  Tell the mans and them, look, y'all ain't have shit
  'Til y'all 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 ain't the cause of niggas with knives that tote this shit
  It's when they spit cuz niggas came up real short with they shit
  
  And I'm on a nigga like novicane, straight to the brain
  Shoot it up and get both his nose and toes at the same
  Nigga's 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 ain't nothin nice, dime shit
  Had y'all motherfuckers believin' that y'all 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 Tim's fucked 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
  Niggas started stashin' things on Mother Gasten
  Hottest shit to hit the streets, divide peeps
  Divide crew love, fuck trees, now it's OZ's
  
  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
  Mystery's 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, you're leary, huh
  Feds in your ass, skid money don't make money
  What happened to get money? The bitches, the cars and brick money
  The spot on Bain Bridge
  Y'all niggas ain't claimin' shit now, huh
  Y'all know me now, fucked up in the game
  No love, no love.