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yak gotti - cha-cha slide lyrics

[chorus]
cha+cha slide
cha+cha slide (aye)
cha+cha slide (cha+cha slide)
cha+cha slide (cha+cha)
cha+cha slide (aye)
cha+cha slide
cha+cha slide (ouu)
spin again, spin again, spin again, spin again
cha+cha slide (slide)

[verse]
you digg, i digg, then say that you digg it
we shoot everything but the church and where the kids at
them [?], he turned himself to a menace
you f+b+i, boy you a fed yes, admit it
pay me to test, never test if i didn’t
i bruise by the city, i ride wit’ that bl!cky i+
run up on me, lil’ boy you gon’ regret it
taught you a lesson it came wit’ the spin again
know they head high, i pop, they can’t get rid of me
out in la, yeah she shopping like [?]
[?] riding wit’ two guns i invented that
they tryna’ see how i fit in my skinny pants
cha+cha slide, do my dance
got nothing to prove to them
house arrest 5 months, so hot need a cooling fan
jumped out the porsche at 13, got a ruger man
turn to a opp that’s i used to be shooting at them
[chorus]
cha+cha slide
cha+cha slide (aye)
cha+cha slide (cha+cha slide)
cha+cha slide (cha+cha)
cha+cha slide (aye)
cha+cha slide
cha+cha slide (ouu)
spin again, spin again, spin again, spin again
cha+cha slide (slide)

- yak gotti lyrics

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