Cha Cha Cha Lyrics – Glorilla, Fivio Foreign & CMG The Label: Presenting the lyrics of the song “Cha Cha Cha” sung by Glorilla, Fivio Foreign & CMG The Label.
Cha Cha Cha Lyrics – Glorilla, Fivio Foreign & CMG The Label
(Dee B got that)
Woo, woo, woo
Hey, uhI ain’t got no worries, Hakuna Matata-ta
My man, my man, my man
That boy is a thot, thot, thot
I got Drac’ on me, I make that bitch sing, “Lalala” (Lalala)
Slide down on the opps, and make ’em do the cha-cha-cha
This my shit, I’m ’bout to come up out this heel (Uh, yeah)
Fuckin’ on yo’ ho, ’cause I like how it feel (Uh, yeah)
That boy can’t leave me ‘lone, and that’s just what it is (Uh, yeah)
In this Hellcat, I let Jesus take the wheel (Skrrt)
Hm, cha-cha-cha, do the cha-cha-cha (cha-cha-cha)
Try to run up on me all you hear is, “Fah-fah-fah” (Boom, boom)
Yeah, cha-cha-cha, do the cha-cha-cha
Uh, hit itLeft foot, now, y’all (Move to the left)
Right foot, left stomp (Stomp)
Now, hop one time (Hop), while I hit this blunt (Shh)
Two opps this time (Got two of ’em)
Got them hoes twinnin’ (Twinnin’)
Big Glo gon’ shine (Big Glo gon’ shine)
Them hood hoes winnin’ (We winnin’)
I was broke in the beginnin’ (Yup)
Going to church when I was sinnin’ (Damn)
Smokin’ loud after service (Shh)
I be gettin’ bitches nervous (Nervous)
Got ya nigga in my DM (Read)
Know I’m fuckin’, I ain’t a virgin (Huh)
Bitch, please, I could have served him (Ha)
Better be happy I curved him (Woo)
“Cha-cha-cha-cha” when we slide on an opp
“Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah” fires jumping out the car (Grrah, boom)
Granny told me, “Get that money first” (Uh)
While she put it in her bra (Woo)
Momma told me not to trust a nigga, far as I can see ’em, they ain’t far (Hey)
I ain’t no soccer momma
He gone have the Hellcat me
If you love me, eat me out inside this SRT (Skrrt)
If you miss me then don’t text me, Cash App me (Give me that)
Do the cha-cha in this pussy while you ass slap itI ain’t got no worries, Hakuna Matata-ta (Grrah, grrah)
My man, my man, my man
That boy is a thot, thot, thot
I got Drac’ on me, I make that bitch sing, “Lalala” (Rrah, rrah)
Slide down on the opps, and make ’em do the cha-cha-cha (Cha-cha-cha)
This my shit, I’m ’bout to come up out this heel (Uh, yeah)
Fuckin’ on yo’ ho, ’cause I like how it feel (Uh, yeah)
That boy can’t leave me ‘lone, and that’s just what it is (Uh, yeah, Fivi)
In this Hellcat, I let Jesus take the wheel (Skrrt)
Hm, cha-cha-cha (Baow), do the cha-cha-cha (Baow)
Try to run up on me all you hear is, “Fah-fah-fah” (Baow, baow, baow, boom, boom)
Yeah, cha-cha-cha (Fivi), do the cha-cha-cha (Yeah)
Uh (Huh, grrt, baow), hit itShawty pull up with her friend
I’ma go super viral on her twin
I don’t like to play, I just like to win
‘Nother nigga die every time I grin (Grrt, baow)
Jesus took the wheel every time I spin (Huh, yeah, look, huh)
Show up to ya crib, nigga, how you been? (Baow)
Quick summer day, show up to ya porch
You can see the gun print through the shorts
Get another Perc’, mix it with the sauce
Take a nigga life before I take a lost (Uh, yeah)
Fuck a nigga wife, and take her to the stores (Uh, yeah)
Talkin’ ’bout snitchin’, I don’t even cough (Ah)
I’m a big dawg, I don’t bow down
So, they don’t invite me to the pow-wow (Nah)
Let me find out you got a loud mouth
Oochie, wally-wally, oochie, baow-baow (Baow-baow)
Huh, yeah, uh
If you talk too much, you fouled out (If you talk too much, you get fouled out)
Roll a nigga up, he a cloud now (Baow)I ain’t got no worries, Hakuna Matata-ta (Baow)
My man, my man, my man
That boy is a thot, thot, thot (Baow-baow)
I got Drac’ on me, I make that bitch sing, “Lalala” (Rrah, rrah)
Slide down on the opps, and make ’em do the cha-cha-cha (Baow-baow)
Hm, cha-cha-cha (Baow), do the cha-cha-cha (Baow)
Try to run up on me all you hear is, “Fah-fah-fah” (Baow, baow, baow, boom, boom)
Yeah, cha-cha-cha, do the cha-cha-cha (Yeah)
Uh (Huh, grrt, baow), hit it
Glorilla, Fivio Foreign & CMG The Label – Cha Cha Cha Song Details
Song: Cha Cha Cha
Singer: Glorilla, Fivio Foreign & CMG The Label
Album: Gangsta Art 2
Produced by: Dee B