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ChaCha! (feat. dndSection) Video (MV)




Performed By: Champs
Language: English
Length: 3:01
Written by: Chimaobim Mbonu, Gboyega Adeyeye




Champs - ChaCha! (feat. dndSection) Lyrics




Do your dance baby do your dance baby do your dance
Cha Cha ! Cha Cha ! Cha Cha !
Okay now do your dance baby do your dance baby do your dance
Cha Cha ! Cha Cha ! Cha Cha !

Shit real smooth, shit'll make you wanna chacha
Get it mama buss the yaya for ya papa
I go mike tyson beat the beat up like pinata
I was in Jamaica tryna kick it with the shatas
I was on the beach i was tryna score some lala
Gotta play it cool cos my daddy on the playa
And if he smell it on me woop my ass till manana
Worry bout it , later sippin on pina coladas

Asalamalaykum to my brothers i say salam
Face is like an angel but she givin me that haram
Music n the books man I been tryna strike a balance
Bag double C she want the CoCo just like kellogs

Feb 14 she wanna go to paradise
I ain't really tryna vacay, go to zuma
Sticky rice
Takin pictures in her dress ready thinkin bout her likes
I been tryna get the waiter, i just need a little ice
I just want the calamari
So good I ordered twice
I dont really got a type
I be likin what i like
I could put it on my mum or on my sis or on my life
I put a beat down proper knock a beat outta sight

Mute phone, don't expect a call back
I been in my zone man a nigga had to fall back
When a he throw it at me imma catch it she the quarter back
Ma niggas aint sleepin we been workin like insomniac

Mute Phone
Going to her crib Know a nigga having fun with that
Rappin make believe I guess it's cool if u into that
But niggas rap capping think we better get some polygraphs

DndSecton:
We really ballin we throw money at the rim
Niggas wasn't with me shooting in the gym
Niggas rap about these guns but they music all pretend
I'll keep the money you can keep all of your friends

I'm really that nigga, so I hate all you niggas
Cut off some my niggas, n my pockets got bigger
One hand on her ass, other hand on the trigger
I was tryna smash, but she social distancing

She know money ain't a problem
She say she come from money so I bought a birkin for her mama
Got cheques on top of cheques yea we got pounds and the dollars
Boy protect ya neck cos if there's a problem we gon' solve it
Slap a nigga often

Ohh I like to ChaCha
I might salsa, with your mama
Niggas hating on me cos I got commas
I prolly f*cked that nigga bitch it ain't a problem

Do your dance baby do your dance baby do your dance
Cha Cha ! Cha Cha ! Cha Cha !
Okay now do your dance baby do your dance baby do your dance
Cha Cha ! Cha Cha ! Cha Cha !
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Do your dance baby do your dance baby do your dance
Cha Cha ! Cha Cha ! Cha Cha !
Okay now do your dance baby do your dance baby do your dance
Cha Cha ! Cha Cha ! Cha Cha !

Shit real smooth, shit'll make you wanna chacha
Get it mama buss the yaya for ya papa
I go mike tyson beat the beat up like pinata
I was in Jamaica tryna kick it with the shatas
I was on the beach i was tryna score some lala
Gotta play it cool cos my daddy on the playa
And if he smell it on me woop my ass till manana
Worry bout it , later sippin on pina coladas

Asalamalaykum to my brothers i say salam
Face is like an angel but she givin me that haram
Music n the books man I been tryna strike a balance
Bag double C she want the CoCo just like kellogs

Feb 14 she wanna go to paradise
I ain't really tryna vacay, go to zuma
Sticky rice
Takin pictures in her dress ready thinkin bout her likes
I been tryna get the waiter, i just need a little ice
I just want the calamari
So good I ordered twice
I dont really got a type
I be likin what i like
I could put it on my mum or on my sis or on my life
I put a beat down proper knock a beat outta sight

Mute phone, don't expect a call back
I been in my zone man a nigga had to fall back
When a he throw it at me imma catch it she the quarter back
Ma niggas aint sleepin we been workin like insomniac

Mute Phone
Going to her crib Know a nigga having fun with that
Rappin make believe I guess it's cool if u into that
But niggas rap capping think we better get some polygraphs

DndSecton:
We really ballin we throw money at the rim
Niggas wasn't with me shooting in the gym
Niggas rap about these guns but they music all pretend
I'll keep the money you can keep all of your friends

I'm really that nigga, so I hate all you niggas
Cut off some my niggas, n my pockets got bigger
One hand on her ass, other hand on the trigger
I was tryna smash, but she social distancing

She know money ain't a problem
She say she come from money so I bought a birkin for her mama
Got cheques on top of cheques yea we got pounds and the dollars
Boy protect ya neck cos if there's a problem we gon' solve it
Slap a nigga often

Ohh I like to ChaCha
I might salsa, with your mama
Niggas hating on me cos I got commas
I prolly f*cked that nigga bitch it ain't a problem

Do your dance baby do your dance baby do your dance
Cha Cha ! Cha Cha ! Cha Cha !
Okay now do your dance baby do your dance baby do your dance
Cha Cha ! Cha Cha ! Cha Cha !
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Chimaobim Mbonu, Gboyega Adeyeye
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