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The Little Ones Cha Cha Cha

The crisp sheet bedding pulled down to the floor, my raised, tired brows have witnessed its lore and I won't have much to say, if I don't return. Easy

we got cha opin!!! Hook: Don’t front, you know we got cha opin kid Don’t front, you know we got cha opin kid Don’t front, you know we got cha opin kid

You know you the bomb, don't cha Ooh, ooh ooh, baby you, yeah, yeah, yeah My my my my my my my my my My baby, ooh, baby You musta just fell from the

with cha money Whatcha do? Give 'em the finga This one is for my hustlaz, right Ladies don't tustle with bustaz, not tonight If you a dough gettin' swinga Niggaz act funny with cha

walk Stoned is the way of the walk Well, it's the Alley Cat puffin' on a hootie rat Some think I'm a criminal but, yo I ain't all of that Hit'cha with

9") Yeah, you scared, ain't you? Relax, it's just music (It's Royce 5'9") The elite, jive 5'9" Royce 5'9", cha cha Cut throat, really nix My nigga trey little

motherfucker, go get your guns Gettin' richer 'cos I move coke and bust quicker Bitches get richer, jealous niggas wanna hit'cha Stashin' my guns to protect my ones

we got cha opin!!! Hook: Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid

gotta pay, those ones I'm making it just explains That I'm focus and that's an under statement And I don't know what someone was thinking If I'm not mistaken, I heard his little