Ride Out Lyrics - Singles - Cha Cha

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 

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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 

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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 

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