Dash Machete - C'mon lyrics

Machete (x2) Intro - So I , hit em' with the cha cha c'mon I got dressed, out the door with my bag and all And when you step on the floor no backing off No slacking now So cha cha c'mon on (x2) Verse 1: See you later with the sh**s The beta with the clip Don't play with her No playing with this chick , I'm begging you to hit Or bang with us The haters catch a fit But not the feelings cus' its dangerous Lets stick together so the pigs don't come and try to aim at us It, turns out that I'm not so crazy Hands up cus' I'm not your baby The clock go right so thats your time to pay me Feed em nachos, tacos , Ashley, Tash, And Amie Ask me for my llama like they always ask He had manners and some eloquence I noticed that It was Holly and Veronica, the older cats Asking why he even on her with the bow to match The golden stack , you dig it ? b**h I pay the difference Cus I could catch em slipping But this tea is what I'm sipping Listen , I don't need permission Type of work to have you limping I done made em' go the distance, just to block him at an instant For instance, I'm intense Prolly' in your mentions Spitting from dimensions The bars that form a sentence And I don't do pretending I do this independent He said He needed space Im guessing that we gotta indent Turns out I'm a diamond to these pendents b**hes burn out, I put the fire to the engine Keep it 100 man the truth is what you bending Have my money ready Better see it all in Benjamin's [Hook]: (So I ) I hit em' with the cha cha c'mon I got dressed out the door with my bag and all And when you step on the floor, no backing off No slacking now So ch cha c'mon (x2) C'mon, C'mon Cha Cha C'mon, C'mon, C'mon Cha Cha C'mon, C'mon, C'mon Cha Cha C'mon I got dressed out the door with my bag and all (C'mon. C'mon. Cha Cha C'mon) I got dressed out the door with my bad and all And when you step on the floor no backing off No slacking now, so Cha Cha C'mon Verse 2: She got issues and them sick addictions This chewy-er than licorice and Got that fire to make them b**hes listen All twisted and, but than again thats just a euphemism This dope huh Different unlike most of em' Stop drop make a n***a choke and run Half nelson on your faces, leave em looking like Pokemon And half of y'all couldn't step to my podium But can I poke you ma'? Screwed up like a can opener She down for it, What you mean you can't open her? She got on it, what you mean you had hope for her? I bet this poison is potent huh Cha' Cha-ing you ain't gotta be old enough Machete had the club going up While the haters was posted up By the trash can Obsessed you could ask Stan Im the I'm the Pac man Up steps you just tracking While I'm packing Up next, b**hes lacking Lying if they say they not a fan Dash Back at it like not again Taste the forbidden fruit like Adam and Eve had to go she wasn't adamant Can't believe they sleeping on me must of had a zan [Hook]