Listen to blac chyna by che

blac chyna

che

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
che
che
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DeAndre Booker (Swish)
DeAndre Booker (Swish)
Composer
Nathaniel Campos (Natecxo)
Nathaniel Campos (Natecxo)
Composer
Chase Shaun Mitchell
Chase Shaun Mitchell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DeAndre Booker (Swish)
DeAndre Booker (Swish)
Producer
Chase Shaun Mitchell
Chase Shaun Mitchell
Mixing Engineer
natecxo
natecxo
Producer

Lyrics

(Real trap shit) (Nephilim) Hollows through his stomach Sick right to my stomach (Stummy) I'll air out this function Pussy nigga, stop that bluffing Hollywood, sippin' Tussin' She give throat, no slushie Boolin', with my cousin (Boolin', stummy) This lil' ho so cussy Ho made it work like Dunkin I'm finna let that drum hit you These hoes keep making assumptions (Yeah) Fuckin' this ho, then I'm done with you What I'm feelin' when that drum hit Bend her over, tryna fuck, bitch I ran it up, now I'm dumb rich I ain't never need a handout, but they always got they handout Body shots, they got 'em fanned out (Fanned out) And I'm richer than you, fuck outta my way Don't even step on my side just like Fin They like, "Che got a rocket on him" It's Balenci', I'm rockin' on them Little freak ho with white on her lip Fuck a label, won't sign to them niggas Yeah, Trackhawk never get tired (Never) I'm tryna see Blac Chyna (Ooh) Nеw SoHo, Messiah (Uh, uh) Yeah-yeah-yеah, smokin' on ganja (Ganja) Brand new Prada It's hella shit that I'm proud of Gen 6, aim it right at his mama New drac', get Fortnite Llama Uh, I love countin' commas Just wait for my come-up Choppa bul-, if he ever run up Niggas, they play like Osama, now Got eyes like Gunther P-Pussy nigga, put yo guns up Draco hit him, that's a bummer Drunk bitch got me fucked up, nigga, always wear a rubber My ho tried to get her butt done, I'm finna get her another (Hollows through his stomach) Hollows through his stomach Sick right to my stomach (Stummy) I'll air out this function (Yeah) Pussy nigga, stop that bluffing (Woah) Hollywood, sippin' Tussin' She give throat, no slushie (Slushie) Boolin', with my cousin (Cousin) Ho made it work like Dunkin I'm finna let that drum hit you Yeah, fuckin' this ho, then I'm done with you What I'm feelin' when that drum hit Bend her over, tryna fuck, bitch (Bang) I ain't never need a handout (Nah)
Writer(s): Chase Mitchell, Deandre Booker (swish), Nathaniel Campos (natecxo) Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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