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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 shits
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-tch 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-tches 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-tches listen
all twisted and, but than again thats just a euphemism
this dope huh
different unlike most of em’
stop drop make a n-gg- 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-tches 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]

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