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Lyricist: I-F
Lyrics:
Cha-Cha-Cha-Charlie Sloth (Charlie Sloth)
If we see an opp, knock his thoughts out his head Nigga, that'sano-brainer To his hoodhe a legend, he a sonor brother To the streets, he was just a gang banger I'm_a_1300-block,_Gucci ganger Young nigga_with a whole_lot of anger I was on the strip takin' risks everyday My life in danger We was playin' Russian roulette on that corner You might feel the last shot in the chamber Heat it up, we at war with our neighbours Whole lot of close friend turned to strangers Poppin' percs and it's lean in my cup I was servin' all the fiends in the clubs One night I had a dream we was up Got away, like, I seen this enough
We from the ends where the whole side's danger (Where the whole side's danger) Where the closest ones turned into strangers (For that paper) I was in the back, hit it from the front Never had P, we had to hunt Try not to lack, we coming up Remember them days when the P's weren't enough, nah And nearly had my G's locked up Life is a mess, no peace for us Most of us already went to school But chasin' the bag is what I'm teachin' us Everyday, yeah, I need that guap Cleanin' up so we need that mop I got guys who can make it pop Handle it when they see them opps
If we see an opp, knock his thoughts out his head Nigga, that's a no-brainer To his hood he a legend, he a son or brother To the streets, he was just a gang banger I'm a 1300-block, Gucci ganger Young nigga with a whole lot of anger I was on the strip takin' risks everyday My life in danger We was playin' Russian roulette on that corner You might feel the last shot in the chamber Heat it up, we at war with our neighbours Whole lot of close friend turned to strangers Poppin' percs and it's lean in my cup I was servin' all the fiends in the clubs One night I had a dream we was up Got away, like, I seen this enough
Please, I don't need none of you G's I'm tryna grab all the keys I don't like no one 'cause this peak Love to just talk all the time Everyone bellin' my line Have to just click on 'Decline' Have to just click on 'Decline' Nigga, you don't know me I was still working hard through the storm, shoutout to Polo G I'm a young boy but a big boy earner I know niggas who be holdin'- shh Gone far, but we goin' further I got gas for the bunsen burner
If we see an opp, knock his thoughts out his head Nigga, that's a no-brainer To his hood he a legend, he a son or brother To the streets, he was just a gang banger I'm a 1300-block, Gucci ganger Young nigga with a whole lot of anger I was on the strip takin' risks everyday My life in danger We was playin' Russian roulette on that corner You might feel the last shot in the chamber Heat it up, we at war with our neighbours Whole lot of close friend turned to strangers Poppin' percs and it's lean in my cup I was servin' all the fiends in the clubs One night I had a dream we was up Got away, like, I seen this enough
Cha-Cha-Cha-Charlie Sloth
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