Foxy Brown

Foxy Brown - Chyan White songtekst

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Foxy Brown - Chyan White 
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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