Chyna Whyte
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 was blamin' all y'all problems on
I'm the reason half of 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
Until the demands are in
y'all ain't have shit
'Til y'all motherfuckers switch and smoke this shit
The reason Mike fucked around and moped with this bitch
In his jones, little son Troy, float the shit
I ain't for causin' niggas with nines to tote this shit
'Cause when you spit
'Cause niggas came up real short with they shit
I'm on a nigga like novacane, straight to the brain
Shoot it up
Thinkin' 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 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.
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
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 can 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 love.
Chyna White, uh uh uh
Chyna White
