Big Grizz - Cha Cha

Make him hit the chachacha
Bullets sing like brartatata
Bad bitch and she give me matta
Milano on her body, freak hoe Balling out hit free throws
Don't worry bout my side we straight We lit go get some chocha
Hold my wrist up to the ceiling
Damn that they think I'm Elsa
I'm self made made my own lane
Ain't Gotta hide we coming harder this Year it's either dead or alive
West side the best side you know Where I be
Best believe my guys gon slide they Go real crazy bout me
Never lacking always looking for the Next slime
Had to put em out cause he was Fucking wit mine
Bye bye imma let it fly
Real spit that you niggas better Recognize
You don't know the way I lived
What I had to do just to survive
I seen so many things we shouldn't Wit with my own two eyes
Secrets run deep even though my Man he crossed the line
Make him hit the chachacha
Bullets sing like brartatata
Bad bitch and she give me matta
Milano on her body, freak hoe Balling out hit free throws
Don't worry bout my side we straight We lit go get some chocha
Hold my wrist up to the ceiling
Damn that they think I'm Elsa
I'm self made made my own lane
Ain't Gotta hide we coming harder this Year it's either dead or alive
Up down up up down cheat code
Two steps forward one step back Yeah that's the street code
Don't snitch and don't hold back
Yeah G code
The mural giving you game no need To decode
Don't worry bout my side we straight We lit go get some chocha
Hold my wrist up to the ceiling
Damn that they think I'm Elsa
I'm self made made my own lane
Ain't Gotta hide we coming harder this Year it's either dead or alive

Written by:
Arthur Marks

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