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jp – cha-cha lyrics

(chorus)
who you f+cking with? who you touchin on?
talk to this muf+kkin glizzy that i be clutching on
its finna put you on, to the hospital bed
since you thinkin you so tough, how you bout it and you dead
pass this sh+t to p you know that they can’t f+ck with me
i’m really blowing on some tree and rollin off the brandy
i be high off my mind, so drunk i can’t think
rolling up backwoods smoking harder than you ever did n+gga!
(verse)
d+mn he really gassed me, the stupid n+gga out here kicking dirt up on my family
n+gga not my family, but since you done f+cked up plan a i guess this is the plan b
big chops and barettas up em on you the sh+t hit dandy
how the f+ck he talkin bout me crazy?
like i wasn’t out there grinding trynna make make a f+cking mill, and lately!
when n+ggas see me in pеrson the energy ain’t brazy!
but swеar that when i’m not there yall all woofin b+tch n+ggas!
grab the 40 put it to his jaw
slice him like a chainsaw
shoot the n+gga head till it explodes and watch his brains fall
daviontae gone finesse the beat
producer got robbed
among one of the northside n+ggas that you cannot cross
b+tch i’m hot like hot sauce
onomatopoeia gun it hit you and say bow! bow!
n+gga you are my child
imma let you go wild
while i sit and smoke loud
got me over here really talkin bout some ouuu child
you acting a fool child
this sh+t isn’t cool child
imma get real cruel, i’ll pull up with the tool wild
sh+t that imma do
and you ain’t f+cking with me
well i ain’t f+cking with you
daviontae inna mix b+tch!
(chorus)
who you f+cking with? who you touchin on?
talk to this muf+kkin glizzy that i be clutching on
its finna put you on, to the hospital bed
since you thinkin you so tough, how you bout it and you dead
pass this sh+t to p you know that they can’t f+ck with me
i’m really blowing on some tree and rollin off the brandy
i be high off my mind, so drunk i can’t think
rolling up backwoods smoking harder than you ever did n+gga!
(verse 2)
aye, b+tch i been on they block tho, serve a n+gga a paint like im pablo picasso
me and my n+ggas bout our guap yeah we really bout nachos. showin that pole on the net knowing d+mn well that’s not yours
sipping wock too the face, cause a young n+gga hard though. nnp till the death, dumb n+gga i cannot fold
locked and load with this drac, get low like it’s my show. like the way that i move, got me feeling like pop smoke
never be got, i hit my moves, got me hitting my dance though. we got chops, we got glocks, god it look like a gun show
shake that ass lil baby gone ahead do yo dance tho. we did this sh+t on our own like “what the f+ck is a big homie?”
we did this sh+t on our own like “what the f+ck is a big homie?”
the bro showed me the same thing, like what’s the point of a big homie
aye! two things, up in the streets you gotta keep your heat
you also gotta watch what you say before a n+gga speak
closed mouth don’t get feed, a n+gga gotta eat
and imma push this nnp sh+t, till i rest in peace
lil bro trynna cop him a stick, he said “f+ck a beam”
she started rubbing all on the glock, and started sucking me
lil b+tch h+lla cute on her knees the pretty lil freak
blew her back out now i got her fiending for the meat
n+ggas love talkin on the net i swear these n+ggas weak
i’m in the north, really too the bag, i’m really bout my cheese
cause one call will get a n+gga gone i’m talking about deceased
and everytime i hop on the track i gotta k!ll the beat
this n+gga tried to say my music wack, like “n+gga who is he?”
thunz rolling gas in the wood, i swear that sh+t is stink
alot of n+ggas wanna see me down, but a n+gga gone make it
how the f+ck you finna call me bro but you finna fake it?
i said how the f+ck you finna call me bro but you finna fake it?
b+tch i was really in the north really in the making
(chorus)
who you f+cking with? who you touchin on?
talk to this muf+kkin glizzy that i be clutching on
its finna put you on, to the hospital bed
since you thinkin you so tough, how you bout it and you dead
pass this sh+t to p you know that they can’t f+ck with me
i’m really blowing on some tree and rollin off the brandy
i be high off my mind, so drunk i can’t think
rolling up backwoods smoking harder than you ever did n+gga!

- jp lyrics

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