Chyna Whyte Lyrics by Foxy Brown

Chyna Whyte Lyrics

    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.

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