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Dwight Twilley Band - Текст песни Chnyalude
[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
 [Chyna Whyte]
 To survive in this world makes me a soldierDwight Twilley Band - Chnyalude - http://ru.motolyrics.com/dwight-twilley-band/chnyalude-lyrics.html
 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!












