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Cha cha Video (MV)




Performed By: Wp drako
Language: English
Length: 1:45
Written by: Sonny Bonaparte




Wp drako - Cha cha Lyrics
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How you a killa' lil' bitch, but I saw your ass a-cryin
Oh hell nah, bitch, stop lyin', that's some shit
That'll get your family dyin' like some fish
I'ma have to get they ass to fryin
Washington Park, it just does niggas grimey
I don't give a f*ck if I had to blindside him, I'ma creep him
Shit, I'ma creep em had his baby girl cryin
When she found out I deceased him, I don't give a f*ck
Bitch said he shouldn't have been creepin
And he owed me some money, there's a lil' bit more reason
Look at me, know I ain't Mr. Meseeks
16, and I'm f*ckin' on some fine freaks
Bang her after, bang her every other week
How you talkin' shit, but hit my line up
For a feat pussy niggas, better stand on that
Try to come up over here, and I'ma handle that
Slap a bitch nigga down to the ground
If he speakin' out, pussy nigga, who you think you are to look down
Hell nah, don't try to hit my line up for an ounce
I could really get you popped just for lookin' at me clown
A pussy nigga dissin', I'ma have to knock him out
Got the J's up on my feet, and 45 now
If his momma come up out the house, have the homies get active
Ay, if his momma out the house, have them lil' niggas spin
I don't give a f*ck, make the bitch drop dead
Hold a lil' bitch, walk up in a friend dead
Ay, ay, in a friend dead
If a nigga talkin' shit, I'ma have to leave him dead
Young nigga, why you always talkin' shit
I was just on your block, lil' nigga, you ain't shit like
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English

How you a killa' lil' bitch, but I saw your ass a-cryin
Oh hell nah, bitch, stop lyin', that's some shit
That'll get your family dyin' like some fish
I'ma have to get they ass to fryin
Washington Park, it just does niggas grimey
I don't give a f*ck if I had to blindside him, I'ma creep him
Shit, I'ma creep em had his baby girl cryin
When she found out I deceased him, I don't give a f*ck
Bitch said he shouldn't have been creepin
And he owed me some money, there's a lil' bit more reason
Look at me, know I ain't Mr. Meseeks
16, and I'm f*ckin' on some fine freaks
Bang her after, bang her every other week
How you talkin' shit, but hit my line up
For a feat pussy niggas, better stand on that
Try to come up over here, and I'ma handle that
Slap a bitch nigga down to the ground
If he speakin' out, pussy nigga, who you think you are to look down
Hell nah, don't try to hit my line up for an ounce
I could really get you popped just for lookin' at me clown
A pussy nigga dissin', I'ma have to knock him out
Got the J's up on my feet, and 45 now
If his momma come up out the house, have the homies get active
Ay, if his momma out the house, have them lil' niggas spin
I don't give a f*ck, make the bitch drop dead
Hold a lil' bitch, walk up in a friend dead
Ay, ay, in a friend dead
If a nigga talkin' shit, I'ma have to leave him dead
Young nigga, why you always talkin' shit
I was just on your block, lil' nigga, you ain't shit like
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Writer: Sonny Bonaparte
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