Outro Chynalude Lyrics
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Outro Chynalude Lyricsby Lil' Jon & the Eastside Boyz Buy album CD: Other Songs I - W (feat. Chyna Whyte) [Lil Bo - Talking] 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 [Background vocals from Lil' Jon & Big Sam come in] 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 [Chorus x2] [Chyna Whyte] 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 she'd 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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