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Artist: Cha Cha
Album:  Dear Diary
Song:   I Need You
Typed by: Ghettofabulous98@hotmail.com

I need you
Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha
Thatís what I want
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha, uh-huh
I want you
Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha
Thatís what I want
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha
Ah girl
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha, uh-huh
Itís the C to the H-A, C-H-A
On the freeway speeding in the CLK
Got a party out in Cali on the second and third
House of blues bad news from the second we merge
I take it you heard, getting at me till the second we splurge
On my nerves, purve from lie
Peeping curves and bottles
You fellas is hot trying to get a rise and why
They eyeing Cha
These broads ainít understanding why, they like

I need you
Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha
Thatís what I want
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha, uh-huh
I want you
Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha
Thatís what I want
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha
Ah girl
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha, uh-huh

Ladies Iímma tell yíall something
Cha ainít the one for confronting
Cause all that name calling ainít gonna leave yíall with nothing
Hard to comprehend, then you must donít understand
Pardon me when you need to talk to your man
Iím on the road too much
To hear that he saying, she say
Niggas playa hating trying to catch me up on three way
I tried to give him leeway, but he ainít wanna to see that
Told him put down the crying, he didnít even wanna do that
Believe that in concerns where confessions is at
Donít get mad baby boy I just addressing the facts
Lesser than that, get sent to where my sessions is at
See yíall the match and with me is where he got too attach
A thorough bread turn heads
So you better be careful who you spitz at
Cause if she like me
You ainít never gonna get theses gifts back
Theyíre tame and I canít help the way they clutch to me and lust for me
They like she too much for me

I need you
Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha
Thatís what I want
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha
Cha-Cha-Chi-Cha-Cha
I want you
Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha
Thatís what I want
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha
Ah girl
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha

She baby boy youís just a gym shoe nigga
I spent you nigga
Only time I call is when I rent you nigga
Broad thing ainít really nothing against you nigga
And the small things is really why Iím with you nigga
And itís worse I ainít got the kind of time you thirst
I donít curse but any minute Iímma let one burst
Know how much one broad get if she spit one verse
So we sit and converse, let em know these hits come first
Used to chickens sitting around smoking drough with you
What I look like a wife getting blown with you?
And pulling hair, feet bare, fighting over you
Playing on other chickís phones like Iím told they do
Iím a broad I donít key you like them Ė do
Peeps handle how they supposed to, put holes in you
Itís respect and I canít help it if they cheat on you, be leaving you
Peep the hook and yo believe me boo

I need you
Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha
Thatís what I want
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha, uh-huh
I want you
Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha
Thatís what I want
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha
Ah girl
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha, aiiyight
I need you
Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha
Thatís what I want
I want you
Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha
Thatís what I want, ah girl

Come on, come on, come on, uh-huh
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha, aiiyight
Uh-huh come on, uh-huh come on, uh-huh come on, uh-huh, yo, yo, yo
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha, aiiyight

Cha Cha baby come on, trump type baby
Yo Carlos come on, nigga Slick come on
Noontime come on, yeah come on, come on