Cha Cha - Ride Out lyrics

Haters approach but they DOA'd

Try next week we ain't with it today

It ain't my fault you got no money

You need to go get you some, won't make me none

I hit hard like a slam drum

Slum and slang with a ton of games

Wreck my brain, my patience wearing in

Fake friends trying to blend in

It tend to get on my nerves

My circles get 'sturbed

Split a check firt a real man Chula furs

Try to make it home but he struck on third

Me fall off? No sir

Had did it once before, but I call it whiplash

Snap back quick when It comes to cash

That's when them niggas start watching ya ass

But I make 'em dizzy you like who is it

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[Jim Crow]

The backstabbers keep an eye out

You better watch out, before they find out

Where you hide out, deep down south

Shorty ride out, before ya time out

[Cha Cha]

How many niggas you know down and crazy

Down to lie for the baby, in a ride like y'all

To many ladies is jealous of the Mercedes

And how close we are lately, that's why I don't like broads

Either you chickens like all in the business

Asking y'all who did it, them inquiring type broads

Intimidated cause I could be the misses

But I'm like a little sister and I'm tired of liking y'all

I only ride shot gun cause it's rightful

Make her hope in the back just to be fightful

Just because I know it's tight when my eyes closed

Just as soon as these niggas drop me off she gone be out though

Both times I co-signed the whole nine

Proved to be ya third eye when you go blind

Know I'm, Miss Cha Cha sadiddy

Off the top and many, pop them any

And the Crow out to get him

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What's it's gone be is you and me

We in the middle of the streets, it's midnight

You got a problem wit me my nigga, then get right

But sit tight, hold on I got shit up on my mind

And every time I rhyme I represent niggas that grind

And I find that these gold digging hoes, they out to get a nigga

Fuck up my foes and enemies, I'm bout to hit a nigga

Let a nigga mettle wit not cheddar, will I kill a nigga?

Just because he jealous of the fellas got him drinking liquor

Thinking that a nigga is slipping, but I ain't shorty

Damn what you keep money for?

In the bank shorty, (Wanna get some)

Well I can't doubt it, might as well forget about it

Lot of folk talk I'm talking shit about him

Jack move, get up out it

When we pull the ball out to test, so bitch I been bout it

Mama said attend college

Make it big, my friends doubt it

In 5 years I'm gone buy myself about 10 houses

Get chin from 10 shorties at the same time

Jump in my whip, hit the strip then shine

Cha Cha, Jim Crow, Noontime

Oww, I'm so fresh like a shoe shine

I ain't lying

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