Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song CINDERELLA, Pt. 1, artist - CHIKA. Album song ONCE UPON A TIME, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.03.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
CINDERELLA, Pt. 1 |
| Clock strike ten, hunnid twenty minutes 'til the party 'posed to end |
| Lil' mama thicker than the grip up on a pen |
| Type of ass that make a nigga wanna run and tell a friend |
| Pardon my French-ooh, oui |
| Askin' around, who’s she? |
| I swear I gotta get her |
| Accordin' to the homies ain’t nobody ever met her |
| But some niggas call her Cindy and the others call her Ella-D |
| Do you think that she’d be looking for a lady or a fella? |
| Judgin' by the twinkle in eye, got me thinkin' she be down for whatever |
| I done been around but I never seen a beauty like hers |
| Lordy, them curves make a nigga get to stutterin' and trippin' on words |
| No one sleepin', niggas sheep and flockin' to her like herds |
| But she muggin', I don’t think she in the mood |
| I’ma roll a spliff and go and wait to make a move, ooh |
| What she doing at a party like this |
| (Like this) |
| Walked in here and had an aura like bliss |
| (Like bliss) |
| She ain’t worried bout the ice on my wrist |
| She got real with |
| She want real shit, real shit |
| And so I’m rolling this blunt over here |
| And I overhear these two |
| Hatin'-ass hoes in the corner |
| Scowling and calling Ms. Cindy a «foreigner» |
| Ripping apart the blue gown that adorn her |
| In short, talking shit |
| It went something like this: |
| «Ugh, why she here? |
| By the invitation |
| Think they made it quite clear |
| It’s a celebration only for the graduation |
| Deadass, I ain’t even hating |
| But she ain’t in my year,» |
| «Girl, you ain’t even lying |
| That bitch think she muhfuckin' fine |
| She ain’t all that,» |
| Is they muhfuckin' blind? |
| Nigga, they doin' the most |
| If these bitches wanna roast |
| I got the muhfuckin time |
| (Shit) |
| Back to the mission |
| I done let her get up out my vision |
| (Cough) |
| And this blunt hittin' |
| Party 'bout to end and |
| I ain’t even got to sippin |
| Got D’Usse up in the cooler |
| I’m a fool or I’m trippin' |
| So I hop up out my chair |
| I swear I had a good listen |
| They starting to blow me |
| In a minute I’m dippin' |
| 'Bout to make a drink |
| And 'round the corner, I’m whipping |
| And I swear you won’t believe |
| Who was waiting in the kitchen, kitchen |
| What she doing at a party like this |
| (Like this) |
| Walked in here and had an aura like bliss |
| (Like bliss) |
| She ain’t worried bout the ice on my wrist |
| She got real with |
| She want real shit, real shit |