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PERFORMING ARTISTS
GloRilla
GloRilla
Vocals
Fivio Foreign
Fivio Foreign
Vocals
CMG The Label
CMG The Label
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gloria Woods
Gloria Woods
Songwriter
Deshon Gillian
Deshon Gillian
Songwriter
Maxie Lee Ryles III
Maxie Lee Ryles III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dee B
Dee B
Producer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
I ain't got no worries, Hakuna Matata-ta
My man, my man, my man
That boy is a thot, thot, thot
I got Drac on me, I make that bitch sing, la-la-la
Slide down on the opps and make 'em do the cha cha cha
This my shit, I'm 'bout to come up out this heel
Fuckin' on yo ho 'cause I like how it feel
Yeah, that boy can't leave me alone and that's just what it is
In this Hellcat, I let Jesus take the wheel
Hmm, cha cha cha, do the cha cha cha
Try to run up on me, all you hear is fa-fa-fa
Yeah, cha cha cha, do the cha cha cha
Uh, hit it
[Verse 1]
Left foot now y'all (Move to the left)
Right foot, left stomp (Stomp)
Now hop one time while I hit this blunt
Two opps this time (Got two of 'em)
Got them hoes twinning
Big Glo gon' shine
Them hood hoes winning (We winning)
I was broke in the beginning (Yup)
Going to church when I was sinning
Smoking loud after service
I be getting you bitches nervous
Got ya **** in my DM
Know I'm fuckin', I ain't a virgin
Bitch please, I could've served him
Better be happy I curved him
[Verse 2]
Cha-cha-cha-cha when we slide on an opp
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa, fires jumping out the car
Granny told me, "Get that money first"
While she put it in her bra
Momma told me not to trust a **** far as I can see 'em
They ain't far
I ain't no soccer momma
He gon' have to Hellcat me
If you love me, eat me out inside this SRT
If you miss me then don't text me, CashApp me
Do the cha cha in this pussy while you ass slap it
[Chorus]
I ain't got no worries, Hakuna Matata-ta
My man, my man, my man
That boy is a thot, thot, thot
I got Drac on me, I make that bitch sing, la-la-la
Slide down on the opps and make 'em do the cha cha cha
This my shit, I'm 'bout to come up out this heel
Fuckin' on yo ho 'cause I like how it feel
Yeah, that boy can't leave me alone and that's just what it is
In this Hellcat, I let Jesus take the wheel
Hmm, cha cha cha, do the cha cha cha
Try to run up on me, all you hear is fa-fa-fa
Yeah, cha cha cha (Fivi), do the cha cha cha
Uh, hit it (Yeah)
[Verse 3]
Shawty pull up with her friend
I'ma go super viral on her twin
I don't like to play, I just like to win
Another **** die every time I grin
Jesus took the wheel every time I spin
Show up to ya crib, ****, how you been?
Good summer day, show up to ya porch
You could see the gun print through the shorts
Get another Perc, mix it with the sauce
Take a **** life 'fore I take a loss
Yeah, fuck a **** wife and take her to the stores
Yeah, talkin' 'bout snitchin', I don't even cough
I'm a big dawg, I don't bow down
So they don't invite me to the powwow
So let me find out you got a loud mouth
Oochie wally wally, oochie bow bow
Yeah, huh, if you talk too much you fouled out
Yeah, huh, roll a **** up, he a cloud now
[Chorus]
I ain't got no worries, Hakuna Matata-ta
My man, my man, my man
That boy is a thot, thot, thot
I got Drac on me, I make that bitch sing, la-la-la
Slide down on the opps and make 'em do the cha cha cha
Hmm, cha cha cha, do the cha cha cha
Try to run up on me, all you hear is fa-fa-fa
Yeah, cha cha cha, do the cha cha cha
Uh, hit it
Written by: Deshon Gillian, Gloria Woods, Maxie Lee Ryles III
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