Текст (слова) песни: Cha Cha f Jim Crow - Dear Diary

Haters approach but they DOA`d
Try next week we ain`t with it today
It ain`t my fault you got no money
You need to go get you some, won`t make me none
I hit hard like a slam drum
Slum and slang with a ton of games
Wreck my brain, my patience wearing in
Fake friends trying to blend in
It tend to get on my nerves
My circles get `sturbed
Split a check firt a real man Chula furs
Try to make it home but he struck on third
Me fall off? No sir
Had did it once before, but I call it whiplash
Snap back quick when It comes to cash
That`s when them niggas start watching ya ass
But I make `em dizzy you like who is it

Chorus:2xs
[Jim Crow]
The backstabbers keep an eye out
You better watch out, before they find out
Where you hide out, deep down south
Shorty ride out, before ya time out

[Cha Cha]
How many niggas you know down and crazy
Down to lie for the baby, in a ride like y`all
To many ladies is jealous of the Mercedes
And how close we are lately, that`s why I don`t like broads
Either you chickens like all in the business
Asking y`all who did it, them inquiring type broads
Intimidated cause I could be the misses
But I`m like a little sister and I`m tired of liking y`all
I only ride shot gun cause it`s rightful
Make her hope in the back just to be fightful
Just because I know it`s tight when my eyes closed
Just as soon as these niggas drop me off she gone be out though
Both times I co-signed the whole nine
Proved to be ya third eye when you go blind
Know I`m, Miss Cha Cha sadiddy
Off the top and many, pop them any
And the Crow out to get him

Chorus:

What`s it`s gone be is you and me
We in the middle of the streets, it`s midnight
You got a problem wit me my nigga, then get right
But sit tight, hold on I got shit up on my mind
And every time I rhyme I represent niggas that grind
And I find that these gold digging hoes, they out to get a nigga
Fuck up my foes and enemies, I`m bout to hit a nigga
Let a nigga mettle wit not cheddar, will I kill a nigga?
Just because he jealous of the fellas got him drinking liquor
Thinking that a nigga is slipping, but I ain`t shorty
Damn what you keep money for?
In the bank shorty, (Wanna get some)
Well I can`t doubt it, might as well forget about it
Lot of folk talk I`m talking shit about him
Jack move, get up out it
When we pull the ball out to test, so bitch I been bout it
Mama said attend college
Make it big, my friends doubt it
In 5 years I`m gone buy myself about 10 houses
Get chin from 10 shorties at the same time
Jump in my whip, hit the strip then shine
Cha Cha, Jim Crow, Noontime
Oww, I`m so fresh like a shoe shine
I ain`t lying

Chorus:

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