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Chynalude (Outro) - текст песни



Chynalude (Outro)


Aww yeah ya know it was real hanging out wit y'all motherfuckers


On this here album right


But this motherfucker bout over and uh


Time for me to get the hell on


Been in the studio, the motherfucking sun coming up


In this bitch, motherfucker, been in this motherfucking studio


Working hard on this motherfucking album





What up B-leech, goddamn Sleet as usual in the motherfucking studio


Kit, all the boys higher den a motherfucker


We got Tim over there fucking up shit


Ha, ha, but like I said time to get up out this album knowhaimsayin


Hope y'all enjoyed this motherfucker


It was a lot of hard work putting this bitch together


Go look out for them, LG's, my girl Chyna Whyte


And who knows what else to motherfucking expect


From the motherfucking BME ya little Biatch











It's one time for my soldiers on the front line


Strapped with AKs, and car bombs


With K-nine blood lines


It's one time for my killers on the front line


Strapped P-nines and semi-autos


Actin like it's no tomorrow








To survive in this world makes me a soldier


Cause I wear Reeboks, nigga why, cause they colder


Every 3 years I battle my fans thug years


Now I shed tears, nigga, I ain't happy here


Like pot, so I blow herb thinking it'll stop the pain


When I come down I'll still be left with the strain


So I stay high so my eyes can stay dry


And I don't give a fuck why


Nigga I was born to die


In the club head tight off of gin and kiwi


Camouflage and dimes so the niggas can't see me


Tellin em my name Le-Le or Lisa


Breaking them walls the Visa 9-millimeter


Sha-sha click, cock it, rock it


Nothing but the Reeboks and poppin


Nuttin but motherfucking nines and


Bump, bump, you be running like Forrest Gump


Knock you on yo ass like Humpty Dump


Chyna Whyte leaves niggas in a slump, serial


Deadly like disease venereal


Game as be RD imperial


Pumpin through your stereo, nigga what you know


Ain't no log when that fo'-fo'


Ejaculate up in your fo' door


Bitch die slow, lyrical calico


Purple tablets I flow


None want war, Gambino


Emptyin clips, I rips


Motevl I flips


Words comin off the lips like Teflon's hips


IT'S ONE TIME!



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