| | Chyna Whyte Lyrics Artist(Band):Foxy Brown
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. If you find some error in Chyna Whyte Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Chyna Whyte The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Foxy Brown" Music | |
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