[Cha Cha]
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Cha Cha, uh-huh
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Ninety-nine (Cha), you know
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Cha, Cha, ah, ah
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Ladies I see Cha got to sit wit' y'all, spit to y'all
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For about a half-a-minute, listen y'all
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It's gettin' hard, even sickening just to look at y'all
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Look at y'all, hard to turn chickens into broads
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But duty calls, so I hope I'm gettin' through to y'all
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It hurts my heart to see what lame niggas do to y'all
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It's new to y'all, but still I blame you for the booty calls
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Y?ll knew exactly what he wanted but still you got involved
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That's who's fault?
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A true broad would've brushed him off
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And if he still act a fool, baby cut him off
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I'm trying to tell you we could run this if you think about it
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We got the one thing that they crave and can't think without it
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They dream about it and run games and I think y'all knew
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What y?ll would do, ain't nothing but legs open, pass two
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Than what they do, forget you and respect the wifee
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Be more conversations, y'all might be just like me
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I'm that broad baby
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1 - It's a chick's world
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Drop your chickens baby boy and get this big girl
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This big girl sipped Earl in the six pearl
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Bad broad if they ask y'all
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Which girl, this girl, I'm that broad
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It's a chick's world
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Drop your chickens baby boy and get this big girl
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This big girl sipped Earl in the six pearl
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Bad broad if they ask y'all
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Which girl, this girl, I'm that broad
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If I'm with a street nigga, he the top dog, the block hog
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Cause I know he keep it cocked for her, not y'all
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Lil' guys at the spot door, with rock draws
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With Lil' Jamal on the watch for 'em, stop y'all
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I be the broad in the pent, top floor, when the spot blow
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Cop the dough out his top drawer
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So when they say how much from hence for the Britmoor
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Spread my fingers apart and be like this more, and get more
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Give me ten on the forth finger, forth streamer
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Easy talk till it? a bought Beamer, y'all seen her
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Step out in Stiletto heels, sex appeal, dressed to kill
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Chrome rims for niggas eyein' her other set of wheels
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Set of bills, big faces, be why you quick to chick chase
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And at any given moment have you up for replacement
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That's a broad's way of thinking, a broad's way of makin'
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Niggas do what they do
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What? I told you
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Repeat 1
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Now y?ll know if it ain't hot, Cha ain't seen in it
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V-tinted, whole thing kickin? she's in it
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She's the one with the chrome, A-M-G? spinnin'
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Hop out and see the pop-up key, oh she ain't rent it
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I tease in it, time shine with the freeze minute
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And gleam wit' it, ever since I put the three's in it
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And she'll spit, but ain't wit' it unless her fees wit' it
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And she meant it every word editors please print it
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Surprised you, knew bitches with the G's in it
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First seen when it had the shirt matching jeans wit' it
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Now watch this, I kicks it off from the most crotchless
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No balls, I punks y'all till I cops it, I got this
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The trendsetter you can't knock this, stop this
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You ain't even want it till I rocked it, and drop it
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Got this clothing thing sewed and locked it
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Cop that much, for mannequins even rock this
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You got this, you got it?
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Repeat 1 till end
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That Broad
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| Cha Cha |
