Ch-n mad dress like a fag in drag Squeeze it pon di war professor lad See me Motherfucker Call 911 Better yet you better Speed dial god Holy shit Di ch-n
Chorus girl you pretty you cute cute petite and you nice pussy feel like the grip from a vice some girl hate you ture your class and style spit pon her
You would think A john woo Movie we a shoot People see my gun And say that's got to be new Say what? You don't know? You suppose to know a who Ch-n a
When i drop my flow my vibe and instrumental pain my loving only come with one essential pain you love suck dick well wait till this meet your dental
[Chorus:] She walked out of my life now she wants me back She walked out of my life you she treated me like trash She walked out of my life now she calls
10 Years later after they know I'm sick They put me on tv and told me to spit When I froze up they were like ch-n just show Us something quick And then
hear you dead and me discharge Pop off me pistol Shot snap your neck and broke you like liquid crystal Kaboom Guess who step in the room Ch-n's a mad
From now on i'm changing my name call me warprofessor yes i'm the real warprofessor ain't no doubt about it i got shit proper yes i am the real war professor
[Verse 1:] I like my girls black To the point I have to fuck em with the lights on Can't see where I'm putting my python So I got to turn the motherfuking
[Intro:] Babe what's wrong talk to me: [Refrain:] Ch-n we been thru some aweful weather It don't seem like it would ever get better Babe we been thru
we're movin this, keep improvin this See you in this because you love the way me and my crew be doin this Have a ball, I'm not mad at ch'all, where
(on) My game is through the roof like j-j-Jordan in the zone Fresh Prince of Hollywood, Ch-ch-ch-Chillin on my throne Hook: KEV NISH I-I-I-I-I Party all day and all n-n-n
'elle n'a jamais vu un tel numero, Non, non, non ! Je n'suis pas decu Et elle, elle n'en peut plus, Mais elle me dit Tu n'oublies pas mon p'tit cadeau
, watcha wanna do?! Have me in all black, bustin' at your crew! What! What! What! Huh?! Huh?! Nigga nigga nigga, what ch'all want? Nigga, what ch'all
I get n-nervous and start to stutter And I f-fumble every word, for word I utter So I just try to ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-chill But it gets worse-a but worse-
I never wrote a whack jam But some times I get n-nervous and start to stutter And I f-fumble every word for word I utter So I just try to ch-ch-ch-ch-ch
(Tell ya about Kyle's momma) (Straight outta tailer, Joe C) Kyle's Momma is a big fat bitch She's the biggest bitch I know and she stinks like shit
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