CHEZA CHAKACHA- WILLIE OEBA FT JONNY X EVANSQUEZ

Intro

Sio kama napenda, lakini ni kama nataka

Nilikuwa nasaka, na ni kama nishapata

Ata ukinilenga, baby bado nakuhata

Usinivunje moyo, mapenzi sio kashata

Chorus

Cheza chakacha (haya) basi cheza chakacha

Cheza chakacha (haya) basi cheza chakacha

Cheza chakacha (haya) basi cheza chakacha

Cheza chakacha, achakacha

Hook

Tuko true, na bado hatujakata tamaa (hope);

Maneno yamekwama, unavyoshika tamaa (chin)

Hivo tuu, (hivo tuu)

Uko juu, na baby uko juu

Verse 1

Mrembo, I’m sorry the other time I almost fell for a chiq with specs

Little did I know she’s so (saw) much into looks?

But sai, ningependa kuspend most of my time kuhold kiuno chako

At least that time well wasted (waisted)

Body yako iko so tempting such that,

Ata waongo wakikuona umelala, pia wao wanajisikia wa-lie

Beauty yako ndio itafanya soul ya the late Baraka mushai ipate life

Na irewrite history kwa mara ya pili

Ata tukipiena half of our hearts, hiyo ni one love

Bado roho zetu zitakuwa kamili

Napenda vile sii huhold mikono pamoja as a symbol of togetherness

Ndio hata saa zijue that this is our hand

Tangu tumeet hadi sai,

Nimekuwa na almost a million dreams kukuhusu

One yenye ilicapture my attention ni ile yenye

Ulikuwa unaplead to the constellation with the one of their stars kuhusu

Hoping na kuweka my fingers crossed bado tutakuwa pamoja

Coz ukiniacha, si mimi pekee

Mpaka ile republic iko southern Europe, Ita-lia

Babe I’m here to stay,

Kama ile garment iko attached at the arm-hold, si-leave (sleave)

Hook

Tuko true, na bado hatujakata tamaa;

Maneno yamekwama, unavyoshika tamaa (chin)

Hivo tuu, (hivo tuu)

Uko juu, na baby uko juu

Verse 2

Najua hupendi vibe za magari but where are you parking?

Ile number ulinipea juzi ni kama iko on holiday, trust me, it’s not working

Na vile unaqueen on your own world can I be your king?

Wachana na wengine apart from kupika cooking tu wanajua ni stalking

So baby, can I have your number? (Have you lost yours?)

Kila kitu ninacho na wish na yenye sina, it’s all yours

When I grow up, all I wanna be is all yours niki-kuwa

Its high time uanze kuaccept flowers vile unani-ua

Apart from kuku-trust, nitakupa mapenzi ya ki-sure

Don’t worry I’ll do my own laundry, hii si mapenzi ya ki-fua

Heart yangu imetoka from a cold weather now that nimeku-jua

Kaa uko na boyfriend me hapan tambua

Ukibak bandika, me nabak bandua

Nataka nikushow kitu sii wote tunajua,

Love yetu imeandikwa kwa indominable ink don’t weno (we know)

Crazy is our destination, so baby let’s go

Hook

Tuko true, na bado hatujakata tamaa (hope);

Maneno yamekwama, unavyoshika tamaa (chin)

Hivo tuu, (hivo tuu) hivo tuu (hivo tuu)

Uko juu, na baby uko juu

Chorus

Cheza chakacha (haya) basi cheza chakacha (cheza mama)

Cheza chakacha (haya) basi cheza chakacha (oh cheza mama)

Cheza chakacha (haya) basi cheza chakacha

(Yeah cheza mama, cheza mama, cheza ma, cheza ma, cheza mama)

Cheza chakacha, achakacha

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MOTORSPORT- MIGOS, NICKI MINAJ, CARDI B

Yeah

Ooh

Yeah…

Chorus

Motorsport,

Put that thing in sports

Shawty fat, pop her like a coke (pop it)

You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)

Pull up (woo, woo),

Jumping out the court (woo)

Cotton candy (drink),

My cup tastes like the fair (cotton)

Straight up there (where?)

We didn’t take the stairs (where?)

Faced my fears (fears)

Gave my mama tears (mama)

Shifting gears (shift)

On the nawf, get serious (serious)

Hook

Fix all your fears, then get at me

Hit so many donuts on them backstreets

Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)

Feel like I can fly, yeah

Xans, Perky, check (yeah) Bill Belichick

Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex

Take the air out the mall, walkin’ with the sacks

Take the air out your broad (hey),

Now she can’t go back

Xans, Perky, check (yeah) Bill Belichick

Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex

Take the air out the mall (hey, walk in with the sacks)

Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E!)

Girl, yeah, yeah

I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)

Taking away pain ain’t easy (pain)

That’s why I fire up a bleezy (fire)

Niggas ain’t cappin’ this season

Verse 1

Offset!

The coupe came imported (hey)

This season’s Off White come in snorted (white)

Green Lamborghini accordance (Lambo)

No human being, I’m immortal (no)

Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)

Hundred K I spend on my señora (racks)

My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)

And my ears got McDonald’s nuggets (ayy)

Soon as I land on the Leer (whew)

Piglets, they wet, tears (gets)

488, hit the gears (488)

Suicide doors, Britney Spears

I’m boujee, so bitch, don’t get near (boujee)

Chris Angel, make dope disappear (voila)

Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)

It’s a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)

Verse 2 (Cardi B)

Ride the dick like a BMX

No nigga wanna be my ex (no)

I love when he go on tour

‘Cause he cums more when I see him less

I get upset off, I turn Offset on

I told him the other day

Man, we should sell that porn (aaw)

Yeah, Cardi B, I’m back, bitches

I don’t wanna hear I’m actin’ different

Same lips that be talkin’ ’bout me

Is the same lips that be ass kissin’

These hoes ain’t what they say they are

And their pussy stink, they’re cat fishing

Same hoes that was sendin’ shots

They reachin’ out like their back itchin’

Why would I hop in some beef (Why?)

When I could just hop in a Porsche?

You heard she gon’ do what from who?

That’s not a reliable source, no

Tell me have you seen her?

Let me wrap my weave up

I’m the trap Selena

Dame mas gasolina (skrrt)

Chorus

Motorsport, yeah,

Put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)

Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a coke (pop it)

You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)

Pull up (woo, woo),

Jumping’ out the court (woo)

Cotton candy (drink),

My cup tastes like the fair (cotton)

Straight up there (where?)

We didn’t take the stairs (where?)

Faced my fears (fears)

Gave my mama tears (mama)

Shiftin’ gears (shift,)

On the Nawf, get serious (serious)

Verse 3 (Nicki Minaj)

Uh, yow,

Watch your man, then you should watch your mouth

Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth

You see them stats; you know what I am about

I am the champ, I’m Iron Mickin’ about

Attention, Imma need you to face front

Y’all don’t want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt

Rap’s Jackie Chan, we ain’t pullin’ them fake stunts

My crown won’t fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh)

You bitches catchin’ a fade, shout out my nigga Lil Boosie

All of your friends’ll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi

I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy

Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy

This Givenchy is custom made, now you can’t get it at Sak’s though

I don’t work in no office, but they copyin’ and that’s facts though

I ain’t tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, hoe

Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow

I’m with a couple bad bitches that’ll rip the party

Quavo the QB, I’m Nick Lombardi

Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty

I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti

“Yo Nick, didn’t you just do a hit with Gotti?”

That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti

It’s a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi

Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)

Bridge

Brand new Channels (Channels)

I stepped on runnin’ from 12 (12)

Aimin’ on committin’ with none of you bitches

‘Cause money is treatin’ me well (uh uh)

If Nicki should show me her titty

Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won’t tell (swear)

If I get to play with that kitty

I wonder how many platinums we gon’ sell (albums)

Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one)

Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah)

My chest bad, give me chills

And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)

Not the watch, but the price on the ice

If you don’t know what that is (huh)

Motorsport, motorville

Abort the mission, that’s a kill (pew, pew, brrr)

Chorus

Motorsport, yeah,

Put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)

Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a coke (pop it)

You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)

Pull up (woo, woo),

Jumping out the court

Cotton candy (drink),

My cup tastes like the fair (cotton)

Straight up there (where?)

We didn’t take the stairs (where?)

Faced my fears (fears)

Gave my mama tears (mama)

Shiftin’ gears (shift)

On the Nawf, get serious (serious)

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BABY CAN I HOLD YOU- TRACY CHAPMAN

Verse 1

Sorry

Is all that you can say?

Years gone by and still

Words don't come easily

Like sorry, like sorry

Verse 2

Forgive me

Is all that you can say?

Years gone by and still

Words don't come easily

Like forgive me, forgive me

Chorus

But you can say baby

Baby can I hold you tonight?

Maybe if I told you the right words

Ooh, at the right time you'd be mine

Verse 3

I love you

Is all that you can say?

Years gone by and still

Words don't come easily

Like I love you, I love you

Chorus

But you can say baby

Baby can I hold you tonight?

Maybe if I told you the right words

Ooh, at the right time you'd be mine

Baby can I hold you tonight?

Maybe if I told you the right words

Ooh, at the right time you'd be mine

[You’d be mine, you’d be mine.]

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