The Cha Cha feat. Jamal Black

Uh uh uh whoo whoo uh yeah uh yeah whoo
[Intro]
Uh uh yeah uh yeah whoo whoo uh uh
Got some **********in Ciroc in the buildin
And I got some **********in Henny in the buildin too
And I got my ***** J Black in here too
And I got my ***** Ave in here too
And I got my ***** Azi in here too
My ***** Kev in here too
[Verse 1] (Joyner Lucas, Jamal Black)
Say Ill do my thing just because I need to **** what you hoe ****** thinking?
Tryna make it all stat with the cash in a wrap and Im ****in your hoes on the weekend
Maybe pass in the back now Im passing the black matter fact how you hoes wanna do this?
Super stupid, dark as chocolate, big pocket, Joyner Lucas
Im a fool, let me get it all too
**** your girl in the pillow Ill drool
**** this world, when I **** your girl, Imma flex so hard when I ****in curl
You feel it, haters stoppin, Trayvon Martin
But gun concealin
I pop if you, man give you balls, you aint feeling it, uh
Yall ****** aint cool, yall *** *** aint hot
Yall ****** aint nothing different
Yall ****** aint do the most
Yall ****** aint even pimpin
Probably got your *****es dry as **** and I keep it drippin
Ay ay, with your baby, you keep her sober, I keep her sippin
Big difference, from *****in pitchin
Switchin words to a vision and flippin birds in the kitchen
They slick, conversing with women the frickinnerve of you ******
Tryna tell us that we aint the greatest
We love to love and give the same to haters
Cant fade away, lets just play to play this
Im good, these ****** just mad coz me and my ****** got hoes on speed dial
So they hittin they phone and they dont pick up and they hang once more with the redial
Leased out when I pee now
Probably **** dirty *****es and you when Im senile
Futures what I see now, take a puff of the blunt if you really wanna see how
Rappers, gangstas, killers, smokers, bunch of ****** with feelings
Models, hoes, and strippers, hookers, bunch of *****es with children
What you think is appealing me I be fighting the feeling
Just livin life in the ceilin, aint gotta like it but feel it
[Chorus]
Get you, get you, ya ya
Killers on the corner
That hit you with the chopper
Then make you do the cha cha
Make you do the cha cha
Then make you do the cha cha
Killers on the corner
They make you do the cha cha
Get you, get you, ya ya
Killers on the corner
That hit you with the chopper
Then make you do the cha cha
Make you do the cha cha
Then make you do the cha cha
Then hit you with the chopper
They make you do the cha cha
[Verse 2] (Joyner Lucas, Jamal Black)
And I know these **** ** just mad coz me and J Black got hoes on speed dial
Better ride on out, cut your eyeballs out until you look at me now
And I spit so hard you can dive inside my drool, go swimming and float
By thestop sign too