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Lil Bo - Talking
Aww yeah ya know it was real hanging out wit y'all motherfkers
On this here album right
But this motherfker bout over and uh
Time for me to get the hell on
Been in the studio, the motherfking sun coming up
In this b*tch, motherfker, been in this motherfking studio
Working hard on this motherfking album
*Background vocals from Lil' Jon & Big Sam come in*
What up B-leech, godd*mn Sleet as usual in the motherfking studio
Kit, all the boys higher den a motherfker
We got Tim over there fking up s**t
Ha, ha, but like I said time to get up out this album knowhaimsayin
Hope y'all enjoyed this motherfker
It was a lot of hard work putting this b*tch together
Go look out for them, LG's, my girl Chyna Whyte
And who knows what else to motherfking expect
From the motherfking BME ya little bia*ch
(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 soldier
Cause I wear Reeboks, nigg* why, cause they colder
Every 3 years I battle my fans thug years
Now I shed tears, nigg*, 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 fk why
nigg* I was born to die
In the club head tight off of gin and kiwi
Camouflage and dimes so the can't see me
Tellin em my name Le-Le or Lisa
Breaking them walls the Visa 9-millimeter
Sha-sha click, c*ck it, rock it
Nothing but the Reeboks and poppin
Nuttin but motherfking nines and
Bump, bump, you be running like Forrest Gump
Knock you on yo as* like Humpty Dump
Chyna Whyte leaves in a slump, serial
Deadly like disease venereal
Game as be RD imperial
Pumpin through your stereo, nigg* what you know
Ain't no log when that fo'-fo'
ejac*late up in your fo' door
b*tch 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!