| Clock strike ten, hunnid twenty minutes 'til the party 'posed to end
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| Lil' mama thicker than the grip up on a pen
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| Type of ass that make a nigga wanna run and tell a friend
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| Pardon my French-ooh, oui
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| Askin' around, who’s she?
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| I swear I gotta get her
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| Accordin' to the homies ain’t nobody ever met her
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| But some niggas call her Cindy and the others call her Ella-D
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| Do you think that she’d be looking for a lady or a fella?
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| Judgin' by the twinkle in eye, got me thinkin' she be down for whatever
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| I done been around but I never seen a beauty like hers
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| Lordy, them curves make a nigga get to stutterin' and trippin' on words
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| No one sleepin', niggas sheep and flockin' to her like herds
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| But she muggin', I don’t think she in the mood
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| I’ma roll a spliff and go and wait to make a move, ooh
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| What she doing at a party like this
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| (Like this)
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| Walked in here and had an aura like bliss
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| (Like bliss)
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| She ain’t worried bout the ice on my wrist
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| She got real with
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| She want real shit, real shit
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| And so I’m rolling this blunt over here
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| And I overhear these two
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| Hatin'-ass hoes in the corner
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| Scowling and calling Ms. Cindy a «foreigner»
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| Ripping apart the blue gown that adorn her
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| In short, talking shit
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| It went something like this:
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| «Ugh, why she here?
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| By the invitation
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| Think they made it quite clear
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| It’s a celebration only for the graduation
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| Deadass, I ain’t even hating
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| But she ain’t in my year,»
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| «Girl, you ain’t even lying
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| That bitch think she muhfuckin' fine
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| She ain’t all that,»
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| Is they muhfuckin' blind?
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| Nigga, they doin' the most
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| If these bitches wanna roast
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| I got the muhfuckin time
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| (Shit)
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| Back to the mission
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| I done let her get up out my vision
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| (Cough)
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| And this blunt hittin'
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| Party 'bout to end and
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| I ain’t even got to sippin
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| Got D’Usse up in the cooler
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| I’m a fool or I’m trippin'
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| So I hop up out my chair
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| I swear I had a good listen
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| They starting to blow me
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| In a minute I’m dippin'
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| 'Bout to make a drink
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| And 'round the corner, I’m whipping
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| And I swear you won’t believe
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| Who was waiting in the kitchen, kitchen
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| What she doing at a party like this
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| (Like this)
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| Walked in here and had an aura like bliss
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| (Like bliss)
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| She ain’t worried bout the ice on my wrist
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| She got real with
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| She want real shit, real shit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song CINDERELLA, Pt. 1 , by - CHIKA. Song from the album ONCE UPON A TIME, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп