Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ceechynaa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chelsea Odosamamwen Ode
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ReviloBeats
Producer
Lyrics
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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?
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Writer(s): Chelsea Odosamamwen Ode
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