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cj mac - cha cha كلمات الأغنية

[cj mac] (too $hort)
(god d-mn!… cj) what up too $hort?
(what we gon’ do with this hoe?)
i feel like doin’ the motherf-ckin’ cha cha or somethin’
cha cha b-tch (beotch!) cha cha b-tch (beotch!)
cha cha b-tch (beotch!) cha cha b-tch (beotch!)
$hort this b-tch act like she don’t wanna cha cha, man
(man you can’t make that b-tch cha cha?)

[cj mac]
smilin’ at the wrong piece of work baby, i l-st for cash and jewels
quick to blast and ain’t no rules
f-ck around and get used, a square b-tch just ain’t my hype
and i can tell by them shoes that you ain’t my type
look how these alligators rest around my feet
you still meetin’ at the swap baby, so what the f-ck make you want me?
can you handle a man that’s gon’ boogie and bang
and put you on a plane with about 10 of them thangs?
she got this workin’, neck workin’, hands swingin’ side to side
talkin’ about she wanted a playa like me and she was down to ride
i said what, high as f-ck, but she ain’t freeze up
so i bought her that bullsh-t dress she wanted and put her in the truck
for two nights, i had her b-tt naked playin’ in my jewels
runnin’ up my phone bill and orderin’ up my food
she just uh smilin’ and playin’ and dancin’ and sh-t
the hotel nikko a motherf-cker when you ain’t never had sh-t
she said “mac, playa thank you for the fly outfit”
she laughed and said “but what’s this big -ss gertle and sh-t?”
i said it’s kinda fly baby, but you wannabe rich?
you said “uh-uh”, i said don’t talk about it be about it b-tch

cha cha b-tch, cha cha b-tch
cha cha b-tch, cha cha b-tch
($hort $hort $hort, it don’t stop
funky fresh to the motherf-ckin’ beat beotch)
cha cha b-tch, cha cha b-tch
cha cha b-tch (that’s right)
b-tch do you hear me speakin’ to you?
(beotch!)… beotch!

[too $hort]
i met you at a rap show standin’ in the crowd
hands in the air, screamin’ out loud
i knew you was a too $hort fan, i said what’s up with you
knowin’ later on, i’ll probably be f-ckin’ you
two hours later, the bed squeakin’
we talked about doin’ this sh-t every weekend
i asked you could my homie f-ck, you said “cool”
“no problem… we could do that too”
so i flew you to my town, the next friday
you do what i say, we gon’ do this sh-t my way
put you in the car, burnin’ rubber out the airport
you kissed me on the cheek said “you’s a real player $hort”
i said i know, this my homie pizzo
remember what you said about my homie before?
she said it’s on, she gon’ f-ck him and suck his d-ck
i said don’t talk about it be about it b-tch

- cj mac

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