Cha -Cha Lyrics

At this point I don't care that I'm hated

I still ride through the city, foot out like I made it

They a stepping stool they got no choice but to take it

Rolled a 3.5 no lie ima face it

Jason, riding with me in the back

Quicker then I can snap, he can get your life snatched

This a light bag, but you ain't like that

Boy I'll treat you like that meme you better "fight back" (Fight back!)

Oh you thug? You like posting with them guns

Feds scrolling thru your shit waiting for the one (One)

Slip up, wrapped up now you done

Now you sitting in that cell stupid fuck you feel dumb huh?

50 on both side that's a hundun

Seen me on my solo dolo, still don't try nun

Leave him all pollo asado if he tries sum

That's means all cooked up and sliced, boy don't act dumb

Dope, coke flows in my veins

Got a boatload, I can spit by the create

Dawg I'm raising chicken they should call ya boy canes

And I'll walk through fiery hell like it's nun cuz it ain't

Cha-Cha hit my dance

Watch me hit my duggie with a gleek in both hands

Before you see a bag you gatta see what's the plan

The fuck you mean you ain't got one? Quit playing!

(Tch)

Cha-Cha hit my dance

Watch me hit my duggie with a gleek in both hands

Before you see a bag you gatta see what's the plan

The fuck you mean you ain't got one? Quit playing!

(Tch)

Bruce Wayne as I glide through the night

5% all around you will not see no lights

Roll down the window "fa fa fa" for yo life

Quick skirt off the scene not a creator in sight

(Ugh!)

"Officer, you know I won't tell"

You can ask a million times but you know I won't sell

Compel? Never. Just throw me in my cell

And throw away the key and let it burn in the furnace in hell

Ouuuweeee, excuse me

The beat switching up let me groove to the beat

Like move please, and quickly

Do my jerk, I meant the dance why she tugging on my meat?

She gone eat it

Act like she don't but she needs it

Waking me up 2 am just to bleed it

Eat it? Hell nah bitch I'll be sleep

But the lips that don't sing you can put them on me

Yee!

Yaddamean?

Huh

I'm abouta bag, abouta fee

Used to give them for the free, now I tax for the feat

And anyone who got a problem with that can come directly to me

Yee!

Dope, coke flows in my veins

Got a boatload, I can spit by the create

Dawg I'm raising chicken they should call ya boy canes

And I'll walk thru fiery hell like it's nun cuz it ain't

Cha-Cha do my dance

Watch me hit my duggie with a gleek in both hands

Before you see a bag you gatta see what's the plan

The fuck you mean you ain't got one? Quit playing!

(Tch)

Cha-Cha do my dance

Watch me hit my duggie with a gleek in both hands

Before you see a bag you gatta see what's the plan

The fuck you mean you ain't got one? Quit playing!

(Tch)