Last Laugh lyrics

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

[Chorus]
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 "chynasmilkies"

[Verse 1]
I never f*cked with these hood rats, every man I link 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 n*gga back in a cab, you don't get pus*y, you must be funny
They're runnin' out of things to say, now they wanna talk 'bout my future kids
I did what I did for the money, if you don't like it, then it is what it is (b*tch)
My family all seen the pics, and I promise you n*ggas, they don't give a sh*t
And my sons will never complain cause they know their mum didn't raised no b*tch
Everyone calling me an internet thot, tell them n*ggas I f*ckin' 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 f*ck for the bag, so cool, now just stop it
And I made twelve racks on cam just to sit on the bed and just do nothing
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've 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 daddy's 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]
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 "chynasmilkies"

[Verse 2]
When they said the OG 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 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 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]
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