Last Laugh (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Ceechynaa]
And emergency medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning at 7 a.m. when The Purge concludes
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Blessed be our New Founding Fathers and America, a nation reborn
May God be with you all
(A-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Oi, mate

[Chorus: Ceechynaa]
All you do is chill on your block smoke weed, rap about opps that you don't even have (Ew)
These b*tch boys come too neeky, lyin' on a b*tch that they can't even have
I said suck my pus*y, the f*ck is you takin' ya di*k out your pants? (Suck it, suck it)
Like b*tch, that wasn't a part of the f*ckin' plan
Broke boys say I'm a ho and it don't make sense 'cause I'm way too boujee (What?)
Talkin' on my name like you f*ckеd but none of you rats ain't ever been through mе
Bottom of the barrel scraps, that's what I call em 'cause they're real dirty
And these n*ggas keep dyin' for breast, that's how I got the name "Chyna's Milkies"

[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]
Your mandem can't spark your right, I guess they're not the sparkin' type (Grrt)
OJ Niki turn her down, treat Ceechynaa like a wife
Give her di*k 'til the sun go down, eat her ass and her pum pum all night
She got ten man on the line tryna f*ck her, I'm the only one stroke it right
I f*ck you right, innit? (Innit)
That pus*y tight, in it
f*ckin' whip, tinted
Hit yo' block and spin it (Grrt)
Yeah, f*ck me like a sl*t, di*k you down and turn you on
Where you want me to nut? In your mouth or on your butt?
Uh, take a broke b*tch then give her [?] in a blink of a eye she got rich
Thick in real life, she ain't no catfish, the b*tch you with, she edit them pics
She f*ck him and don't get sh*t, not a pot to p*ss or a bag to spend
I make her c*m and give her c*m, sh*t, this common sense (Come here)
[Verse 2: Ceechynaa]
They all wanna lie on di*ks, 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 money to play with these n*ggas and I'll make that sh*t times ten
Who would've thought last year that I'd make so much to degrade these men?
I got ten men on my line tryna f*ck me and your dad is the biggest spender (Mwah)
I'm takin' advantage of men 'cause these dumb little n*ggas 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 using my titties to bash

[Chorus: Ceechynaa]
All you do is chill on your block smoke weed, rap about opps that you don't even have (Ew)
These b*tch boys come too neeky, lyin' on a b*tch that they can't even have
I said suck my pus*y, the f*ck is you takin' ya di*k out your pants? (Suck it, suck it)
Like b*tch, that wasn't a part of the f*ckin' plan
Broke boys say I'm a ho and it don't make sense 'cause I'm way too boujee (What?)
Talkin' on my name like you f*cked but none of you rats ain't ever been through me
Bottom of the barrel scraps, that's what I call em 'cause they're real dirty
And these n*ggas keep dyin' for breast, that's how I got the name "Chyna's Milkies"

[Verse 3: Ceechynaa]
When they said the OJ Niki, I thought they were talkin' 'bout Nicki Minaj
I typed in 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 b*tch is doin' for cheap
What kinda b*tch let six men hit and run on her pus*y and does it 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 f*ck gave these n*ggas audacity?
Walkin' around with coppers, they should be worried about feeding their family
And they’re calling me out of my name so tell me why the f*ck am I keepin' it classy?
[Outro: Ceechynaa]
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A-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha