GloRilla, Fivio Foreign, CMG The Label – Cha Cha Cha Lyrics

GloRilla, Fivio Foreign, CMG The Label – Cha Cha Cha Letras, Lyrics: GloRilla, Fivio Foreign, CMG The Label – Cha Cha Cha Lyrics
Woah woah woah
Hey unh

I ain’t got no worries Hakuna Matatata
My man my man my man
That boy is a thot thot thot
I got drac on me I make that bitch sing 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 (unh yaaa)
Fucking on yo hoe cause I like how it feel
That boy can’t leave me alone and that’s just what it is
In this Hellcat I let Jesus take the wheel
Hmm cha cha cha do the cha cha cha
Try to run up on me all you hear is fafafa
Yeah cha cha cha do the cha cha cha
Unhhhhhh hit it

Left foot now ya’ll (move to the left)
Right foot left stomp (stomp)
Now hop one time while I hit this blunt
Two opps this time (got two of em’)
Got them hoes twinning
Big glo gone shine
Them hood hoes winning
I was broke in the beginning (yup)
Going to church when I was sinning
Smoking loud after service
I be getting you bitches nervous
Got ya nigga in my dm
Know I’m fucking I ain’t a virgin
Bitch please I could have served him
Better be happy I curved him
Cha cha cha cha when we slide on an opp
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fires jumping out the car
Granny told me get that money first
While she put it in her bra
Momma told me not to trust a nigga far as I can see em’ they ain’t far
I ain’t no soccer momma
He gone have the Hellcat me
If you love me eat me out inside this srt
If you miss me then don’t text me cashapp me
Do the cha cha in this pussy while you ass slap it

I ain’t got no worries Hakuna Matatata
My man my man my man
That boy is a thot thot thot
I got drac on me I make that bitch sing 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 (unh yaaa)
Fucking on yo hoe cause I like how it feel
That boy can’t leave me alone and that’s just what it is
In this Hellcat I let Jesus take the wheel
Hmm cha cha cha do the cha cha cha
Try to run up on me all you hear is fafafa
Yeah cha cha cha do the cha cha cha
Unhhhhhh hit it

Fivi
Yeah grrrrrt bow
Shawty pull up with her friend
I’ma go super viral with her twin
Ion like to play I just like to win
Another nigga die every time I grin
Jesus took the wheel every time I spin
Show up to ya crib nigga how you been
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
Yeah fuck a nigga wife and take her to the stores
Ha yeah uh
Talking bout snitching ion even cough
Big dawg ion bow down so they don’t invite me to the pow wow
Let me find out you got a loud mouth oochie wally wally oochie bow bow
If you talk too much then you fouled out
Roll a nigga up he a cloud now
Boom

I ain’t got no worries Hakuna Matatata
My man my man my man
That boy is a thot thot thot
I got drac on me I make that bitch sing lalala
Slide down on the opps and make em do the cha cha cha
Hmm cha cha cha do the cha cha cha
Try to run up on me all you hear is fafafa
Yeah cha cha cha do the cha cha cha
Unhhhhhh hit it
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Lyrics GloRilla – Don’t Know (GloRidaz Bonus)

Lyrics GloRilla – Don’t Know (GloRidaz Bonus)

GloRilla – Don’t Know (GloRidaz Bonus) (Official Lyric Video) Lyrics
Verse 1
He like, “We gon’ see each other today?” I’m like, “Where your ho at?” (Where your ho at?)
Nigga see me poppin’ shit and now he want his ho back (It’s too late now)
Got his name saved in my phone as “Don’t Answer,” ayy (Ayy, ayy)
But if I’m drunk enough, I might just fuck around and answer (Ayy, let me see that phone)
Nigga toxic, he don’t wanna text, he tryna come and see me (God)
How the fuck we go from arguin’ to me bustin’ on his VVs? (What the fuck?)
Pussy got some knockout, make a nigga catch a DV (Bah, bah)
Made his ass an ex, he was about to be my BD
(Thank you for calling Planned Parenthood)
I be like, “I’m done with him, this time, that nigga blew it” (On God, I’m done)
‘Til he come and fuck the brains outta my ass and get me back stupid (I love him)
We just fuck from time to time, in public, that’s my young nigga
He say I’m a player, he know I’m just havin’ fun with ‘em (None of that shit serious)
Nah, he say I’m a dirt bike, I get nasty when I ride it, uh
Told him eat the cake like Anna Mae, he better not bite it, ayy (Eat the cake)
Bitch, I’m gettin ripped tonight, shit got me excited (On gang)
And yeah, he got a bitch, I asked him why he didn’t invite her
Interlude
Man, why you ain’t, didn’t invite the bitch, man?
I told you the ho could’ve came, man
I got this ho all on my motherfuckin’ dick
Whole time, I’m still ain’t comin’ off your motherfuckin’ ass, on the gang

Verse 2
Way he lick me like a cigar, it’s smoke about that nigga (On the gang)
He callin’ me his rider, but we fuckin’ in the bitch car (Nigga fucked up)
He thinkin’ that I love him ‘cause I say that when we fuckin’
Got that nigga tryna lock in, I can’t clock in, that’s your bitch job (Just the ho job)
Be tellin’ folks he cut me off, his scissors dull as hell (What?)
And if they sit up and believe his ass, they just as dumb as him (Stupid-ass niggas)
Hate when niggas be on lame shit, tellin’ people that they fucked me (Lame-ass nigga)
But I’m the type to put it on my life that you ain’t touch me (Swear to God)
Let a nigga get to playin’ with me, I’m quick to yell out fuck him
Go to sleep and get on business the next day like it wasn’t nothin’, ayy (It wasn’t shit)
When it come to niggas, I’m a urinal, I take no shit
And, baby, I’m the one, I don’t come second after no bitch (Swear to God)
He know I’m a different bitch, so I ain’t worried ‘bout his bitches (nah)
And he don’t ask me who I’m fuckin’, nigga know it ain’t his business (Shh)
He ain’t tryna fall in love with me, he know I got them niggas (Glorilla, bitch)
We ‘posed to be in love, so he can’t get me out the picture (Pose)
Every time I get drunk, he the nigga I’ma call on
Gotta keep a couple niggas in the cut, though, just to fall on
Have his face all in my ass, then go and get in bitches’ faces (Ugh)
Probably why they lookin’ shitty, bitches know they can’t replace me
On the gang

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