Chyna White

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Wavy Jone$] Money love, go close Head into the morning, come, smoke, buzz, go, runs Yo, bitch, I'm a only one Sex, crazy sex tape, Chyna Whyte, X-pop, Dread Lock, Pussy Type, sharp-shootin' death lock, Jack Hamer, go burst me ahead, more head House, no counterflow, I'm the last joint, 10 of Earthquake, Sean, Bayes, Sean, Michael's heartbreak, kid All these bitches on my dick DDT, Joke, Slam Rock, Slash Man, damn, Billy's done, Ass Man, Road dog, Outlaw, Stone Coal, Stuntin', Chunk, State, Dumping, Hell in the Cell, Monday Night, we all fucking with your bitch. (Huh?, Huh?) Hell in thе cell, Monday night, we all fucking with your bitch [Verse 2: Nasty Matt] If you're sleeping, I'll bе let them go to sleep like CM Punk All buried bodies in the truck, bandana tied like Terry Funk, Fucking on camera like X-Poc in China Y2J break the walls down in her vagina I'm too cool, I'm too real No chairs or stairs when I hit you with the steel I'm messed up like Max Moon, titan tron and Pyro Red a tetabone, got that weapon read like Raven, genius like Heyman, hit your bitch, Ross She Monday nitro, no fucking saving She likes to touch Put her ass in a camel clutch, break it down, degeneration such. You can't fuck with us I'm John Cena with the bucket Four fings, bitches love them Idiot, show my ass in public Smoking citizens, no one suffers What? What? Nasty