Chyna Whyte - Chynalude (Outro) lyrics

[Lil Bo - Talking] Aww yeah ya know it was real hanging out wit y'all motherf**ers On this here album right But this motherf**er bout over and uh Time for me to get the hell on Been in the studio, the motherf**ing sun coming up In this b**h, motherf**er, been in this motherf**ing studio Working hard on this motherf**ing album {*Background vocals from Lil' Jon & Big Sam come in*} What up B-leech, goddamn Sleet as usual in the motherf**ing studio Kit, all the boys higher den a motherf**er We got Tim over there f**ing up sh** Ha, ha, but like I said time to get up out this album knowhaimsayin Hope y'all enjoyed this motherf**er It was a lot of hard work putting this b**h together Go look out for them, LG's, my girl Chyna Whyte And who knows what else to motherf**ing expect From the motherf**ing BME ya little b*atch (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 k**ers on the front line Strapped P-nines and semi-autos Actin like it's no tomorrow [Chyna Whyte] To survive in this world makes me a soldier Cause I wear Reeboks, n***a why, cause they colder Every 3 years I battle my fans thug years Now I shed tears, n***a, 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 f** why n***a I was born to die In the club head tight off of gin and kiwi Camouflage and dimes so the n***as can't see me Tellin em my name Le-Le or Lisa Breaking them walls the Visa 9-millimeter Sha-sha click, co*k it, rock it Nothing but the Reeboks and poppin Nuttin but motherf**ing nines and Bump, bump, you be running like Forrest Gump Knock you on yo a** like Humpty Dump Chyna Whyte leaves n***as in a slump, serial Deadly like disease venereal Game as be RD imperial Pumpin through your stereo, n***a what you know Ain't no log when that fo'-fo' Ejaculate up in your fo' door b**h 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!