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​blac chyna - ​che lyrics

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[intro]
(real trap sh*t)

[chorus]
hollows through his stomach
sick right to my stomach (stummy)
i ran out this function
p*ssy n*gga, stop that bluffing
hollywood, sippin’ tussin’
she give throat, so slushie
boolin’, with my cousin (boolin’)
this lil’ ho so cussy
ho made it work like dunkin
i’m finna let that jugg hit you, if you keep making assumptions
yeah, five minutes up then, i’m done with you
what i’m feelin’ when that drug hit
bend her over, tryna f*ck, b*tch
i run up my dough, b*tch
i ain’t never need a handout
[verse]
money, always got a handout
body shots, i got ’em fanned out (fanned out)
and i’m richer than [?]
[?]
they like, “che got a rocket on him”
it’s balenci’ i’m rockin’ on them
little freak ho with white on her lip
f*ck a label, won’t sign to them n*ggas
yeah, try hard, never get tired (never)
i’m tryna see blac chyna
nеw soho messiah
yeah*yeah*yеah, smokin’ on ganja
brand new prada
it’s h*lla sh*t that i’m proud of
gen 6, aim it right at his mama
new drank, get fortnite llama
uh, i love countin’ commas
just wait for my come*up
choppa bul*, if he ever run up
n*ggas, they play like osama now
got eyes like gunther
p*p*ssy n*gga, put yo guns up
jackin’ the [ring?], that’s a bummer
drunk b*tch got me f*cked up, n*gga always wear a rubber
my ho tried to get her b*tt done, i’m finna get her another
[chorus]
hollows through his stomach (hollows through your stomach)
sick right to my stomach (stummy)
i ran out this function
p*ssy n*gga, stop that bluffing
hollywood, sippin’ tussin’
she give throat so slushie
boolin’, with my cousin (boolin’)
this lil’ ho so cussy
ho made it work like dunkin
i’m finna let that jugg hit you if you keep making assumptions
yeah, five minutes up then, i’m done with you
what i’m feelin’ when that drug hit
bend her over, tryna f*ck, b*tch
i run up my dough, b*tch
i ain’t never need a handout (nah)

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