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Ceechynaa
Ceechynaa
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Chelsea Odosamamwen Ode
Chelsea Odosamamwen Ode
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And emergency medical services Will be unavailable until tomorrow morning at 7AM When The Purge concludes Blessed be our New Founding Fathers and America (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) A nation reborn (ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) May God be with you all Oi mate All you do is chill on your block smoke weed Ap about ops that you don't even have (Uh) These bitch boys come too neeky Lyin' on a bitch that they can't even have I said suck my pussy, the fuck is you takin' the dick out your pants? (Suck it, suck it) Like bitch, that wasn't a part of the fuckin' plan Broke boys say I'm a hoe and it don't make sense 'Cause I'm way too boujee (What?) Talking on my name that you fucked But none of you rats aint ever been through me Bottom of the barrel scraps That's what I call them 'cause they're all dirty And these niggas keep dyin' for breast That's how I got the name Chynaa's Milkies I never fucked with these hood rats Every man I linked has a wealthy aura The mandem are getting scammed They think I can heal their childhood trauma "Chynaa, why did you scam me?" 'Cause I only wanted your money Send a nigga back in the cab You don't get pussy, you must be funny They're runnin' out of things to say Now they wanna talk about my future kids I did what I did for the money If you don't like it, then it is what it is (Bitch) My family all see the pics and I promise you niggas I don't give a shit And my sons will never complain 'cause they know their mum didn't raised no bitch Everyone calling me an internet thot Tell them niggas I fuckin' love it I made so much last week just to act like a thot Tell me what you know about profit I never had to fuck for the bag So cool now just stop it And I made twelve racks on cammin' To sit on the bed and just do nothing They all wanna lie on dicks I swear these men wanna lick my arse (Ah) Didn't wanna know back then Now they all beg me to give 'em a chance I got to money to play with these niggas And I make that shit times ten Who would've thought last year that I'd make so much To degrade these men? I've got ten men on my line tryna' fuck me And your daddy's the biggest spender (Mwah) I'm takin' advantage of men 'Cause these dumb little niggas ain't got composure When I turned nineteen this year Should've seen the way they were dyin' for nyash They were laughin' at Legal Baby but most of them usin' my titties to bash All you do is chill on your block smoke weed Ap about ops that you don't even have (Uh) These bitch boys come too neeky Lyin' on a bitch that they can't even have I said suck my pussy, the fuck is you takin' the dick out your pants? (Suck it, suck it) Like bitch, that wasn't a part of the fuckin' plan Broke boys say I'm a hoe and it don't make sense 'Cause I'm way too boujee (What?) Talkin' on my name that you fucked But none of you rats ain't ever been through me Bottom of the barrel scraps That's what I call them 'cause they're all dirty And these niggas keep dyin' for breast That's how I got the name Chynaa's milkies When they said the OG Niki I thought they were talkin' 'bout Nicki Minaj I typed your name on Google The only thing that came up was Nicki Minaj I get paid to rap about the things That this dumb little bitch is doin' for cheap What kinda bitch let six men hit? And ruin her pussy and does it for free They said I should keep my cool But I watched how all of you dragged me I'm rinsin' your fathers' wallets Who the fuck gave these niggas audacity? Walkin' around with coppers They should be worried about feeding their family And they're callin' me out of my name To tell me why the fuck am I keepin' it classy? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha A-ha-ha-ha-ha Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
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