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