foxy brown – chyna whyte lyrics
chyna white. uh. chyna white uh.
y’all know me right?
i’m that same b-tch y’all n-gg-s want for half price
same b-tch y’all n-gg-s was blamin’ all y’all problems on
i’m the reason half of y’all n-gg-s
can’t even go in your moms’ crib no more
uh. i’m the type of b-tch leave a n-gg- nose stiff
and get his hoes h-t
make his toes shift
until the demands are in
y’all ain’t have sh-t
’til y’all motherf-ckers switch and smoke this sh-t
the reason mike f-cked around and moped with this b-tch
in his jones, little son troy, float the sh-t
i ain’t for causin’ n-gg-s with nines to tote this sh-t
’cause when you spit
’cause n-gg-s came up real short with they sh-t
i’m on a n-gg- like novacane, straight to the brain
shoot it up
thinkin’ both his nose and his toes are the same, n-gg-
gimme your nickname- chyna: last name white
guaranteed to have your -ss open first night
bad b-tch
slanted eyes
powdered with white
somethin’ special
not too average
baddest little thing in sight
i knew this dude ritz that f-cked with a b-tch
get you right, matter of fact, you could get it half price
sh-t, she got a crew that ain’t nothin nice
dime sh-t
have ya motherf-ckers believin ya tryin’ to find sh-t
matter fact, mel, used to f-ck a girl trish gal
unique hit, little e and bomb bags heroin
now they -ssed out and the hood m-ssed out
even rex and tim’s f-cked 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
n-gg-s started stashin’ things on mother gasten
hottest sh-t to hit the streets
divide peeps, divide crew love
f-ck trees, and that was oz
slow leaks and n-gg-s with false leads and nosebleeds
vein popped, pop sh-lls with close sales
b-tches, they noses frail
got the word that c-ke sells
huh, tip it once you can match a n-gg- bail
huh, flip it twice you officially on
have the richest n-gg-s f-cked up
kissin’ your thong
mystery’s on
huh, flip it three times- you straight
trip on a lake, cristal and cheese cake
c-ck sucker, d shake, n-gg-s flake
huh, flip it once more you’re leary
huh, feds on your -ss
hit money don’t make money
what happened to get money?
the b-tches, the cars and brick money
the spot on bay bridge
y’all n-gg-s ain’t clamin’ sh-t now huh
y’all know me now, f-cked up in the game
no love, no love.
chyna white, uh uh uh
chyna white
[repeat to fade]
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