Cha Cha - That Broad  Lyrics






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Cha Cha Lyrics

That Broad  Lyrics


[Cha Cha]
Cha Cha, uh-huh
Ninety-nine (Cha), you know
Cha, Cha, ah, ah 

Ladies I see Cha got to sit wit' y'all, spit to y'all 
For about a half-a-minute, listen y'all 
It's gettin' hard, even sickening just to look at y'all 
Look at y'all, hard to turn chickens into broads 
But duty calls, so I hope I'm gettin' through to y'all 
It hurts my heart to see what lame niggas do to y'all 
It's new to y'all, but still I blame you for the booty calls 
Y'all knew exactly what he wanted but still you got involved 
That's who's fault? 
A true broad would've brushed him off 
And if he still act a fool, baby cut him off 
I'm trying to tell you we could run this if you think about it 
We got the one thing that they crave and can't think without it
They dream about it and run games and I think y'all knew 
What y'all would do, ain't nothing but legs open, pass two 
Than what they do, forget you and respect the wifee 
Be more conversations, y'all might be just like me 
I'm that broad baby

1 - It's a chick's world 
Drop your chickens baby boy and get this big girl 
This big girl sipped Earl in the six pearl 
Bad broad if they ask y'all 
Which girl, this girl, I'm that broad 
It's a chick's world 
Drop your chickens baby boy and get this big girl 
This big girl sipped Earl in the six pearl
Bad broad if they ask y'all 
Which girl, this girl, I'm that broad

If I'm with a street nigga, he the top dog, the block hog 
Cause I know he keep it cocked for her, not y'all 
Lil' guys at the spot door, with rock draws 
With Lil' Jamal on the watch for 'em, stop y'all 
I be the broad in the pent, top floor, when the spot blow 
Cop the dough out his top drawer
So when they say how much from hence for the Britmoor 
Spread my fingers apart and be like this more, and get more 
Give me ten on the forth finger, forth streamer 
Easy talk till it's a bought Beamer, y'all seen her 
Step out in Stiletto heels, sex appeal, dressed to kill 
Chrome rims for niggas eyein' her other set of wheels 
Set of bills, big faces, be why you quick to chick chase 
And at any given moment have you up for replacement 
That's a broad's way of thinking, a broad's way of makin' 
Niggas do what they do
What? I told you 

Repeat 1

Now y'all know if it ain't hot, Cha ain't seen in it 
V-tinted, whole thing kickin', she's in it 
She's the one with the chrome, A-M-G's spinnin' 
Hop out and see the pop-up key, oh she ain't rent it
I tease in it, time shine with the freeze minute
And gleam wit' it, ever since I put the three's in it 
And she'll spit, but ain't wit' it unless her fees wit' it 
And she meant it every word editors please print it 
Surprised you, knew bitches with the G's in it 
First seen when it had the shirt matching jeans wit' it 
Now watch this, I kicks it off from the most crotchless 
No balls, I punks y'all till I cops it, I got this 
The trendsetter you can't knock this, stop this 
You ain't even want it till I rocked it, and drop it 
Got this clothing thing sewed and locked it
Cop that much, for mannequins even rock this 
You got this, you got it? 

Repeat 1 till end




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