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letra de what they want - chyna whyte

[intro: chyna whyte]
haha, come on, bme
chyna wheeze, chyna whyte, it’s about to go down up in here
the game is changed, ying yang, i see it, let’s do it
shake it…

[verse 1: chyna whyte]
where my b-tches in the club you betta know it’s big pussies and titties
and they all wet cause we full of that sock n hit em
go caught me a bottle, you dog, we go chopped and screed
i’ma show you how a million dollar b-tch like to do it, you got some change
but it ain’t no thang, it don’t excite me nigga
i need a, professional plumber to lay that pipe in me nigga, come fuck with a thug, you think we don’t like that d-ck
like ima go to war and make this pussy fight that d-ck, (let’s rumble)
i got what you need and it’s all on me, what would you to bust that coconut, all on me
ima show you how a thug like to ride that whip, whatever 24 dollars to put that slab on me
back off on me, let me see ya bounce ya d-ck to the beat
shake ya sweater b-lls, there is no nigga twerking for me
i got 20 hoes and all of them workin for me
but hard d-cks and wet nuts you can’t fuck wit them, see?

[chorus: chyna whyte & kaine]
what them niggas want: pussy
what them hoes want: money
what them niggas want: pussy
what them hoes want: money
what them niggas want: pussy
what them hoes want: money
what them niggas want: pussy
what them hoes want: money
shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it (shake that money maker)
shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it (shake that money maker)
shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it (shake that money maker)
shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it

[verse 2: chyna whyte]
it’s all pimp these niggas, y’all gotta pimp these hoes
i’m about to lay this pussy down, b-tch take off your clothes
i got a hundred singles and i’m about to p-ss em out
put this heavy snap on your face and smash them out
stick my finger in your booty and make the fat come out
i’m sick with them b-tch i ain’t ridin past your house, i’m to live from the 9 that’s 2-2’s and 1-5
chyna whyte the thug b-tch with no fillers inside

[verse 3: kaine]
if you try my b-tch, you could buy my b-tch, how high my b-tch, you could ride my b-tch
my b-tch
she could ride on this thang, a money hungry hustlin -ss b-tch like running
make them other hoes scramble for feed, while she yank that -ss up by the neck (b-tch where my shit?!)
hoe got 3 hoes, they could clear her d-ck, i ain’t met a motherfucker that could tie my neck
that’s why i like guys that ride bikes and quit to fight
because ain’t shit like lights that b-tch checks a b-tch outside

[interlude: chyna whyte & kaine]
b-tch you mean to tell me you’ve been in this motherfucker all night and this is all the money you got?
i don’t know this motherfucker!

- chyna whyte

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