Bruno Cartier - Cha Cha lyrics

{Intro} (BC Go crazy) Yeah {Verse} Yeah them lights in here up high Made my writs do the Cha Cha I like my b*tch colored Malta I'm in the whip sipping some prem agua They probably wish a ni**a’d falter Kneeling at the alter On fye All these sins got me thinking about incineration Feel like a Sim inside an application sh*t I done leveled up fu*k all the affiliation Your shorty sending me her affirmation Keeping it honest This life ain't promised I got a Gat Brrr It's hooked on phonics It's a ni**a on the scene With a shorty finding it hard Trying to stay plutonic The realest ni**a down to the atomics Any day I can lеvitate into Heaven's gatе Recognizing my accolade for Heaven sake So why the fu*k would a ni**a ever hesitate {Chorus} I just wanna sip my lemonade and do my little Cha Ch Ch Ch Cha Cha Ch Ch Cha Cha Do my little Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Aye Do my little Cha Cha Aye Aye Yeah Yeah Yeah Do my little Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha {Verse} (Yeah Yeah) Oodles and Noodles Pop make you toodles I think I’m Kelso It’s nothing to do My Mika Kunis Dilate her pupils I put my hand out They acting neutral A coco ni**a, they think I’m coo-coo Bring it back From the bottom to the top a ni**a holding in a lot now How much patience up in stock now Watched me struggle Dog, I’m muzzled I ain’t puzzled boy I’m shocked now Cause when I’m good they always flock round Feel like grim is always flirting but she always getting shot down Think that imma shoot my shot now But it’s this thang on my brain that I never seem to block out I had enough I’m bout to block-kow Can’t even appreciate the finer cause I’m tripping bout the minor things Gold chains and diamond rings If they ever catch me slipping let the heavy lady choir sing Cause that sh*t is a reminder that your timer gone expire Devil like Geppetto Never let him pull ya strings Lately all I hear is crickets all around me Feeling fickle and invincible The principle Is that this sh*t been flipping like reciprocals I stay clean The mood Downy Got a picket fence for a pick me b*tch I pray the truth gonna get me rich They taking shots why I chose defense Time is money Running low on cents In every event, ima need a percent {Chorus} Imma do a little Cha Cha Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Imma do my little Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Aye Aye Aye Do my little Cha Cha Aye Aye Aye Yeah Yeah Do my little Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Aye Aye Aye Yeah