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and later hear that k-k-knee drop
I could take you to the Opera and back to the block
Manolos and Gucci Lyn this chic is hot

For real and I mean sizzling
this rhyming thang 
Candy-coated ?
I keep my honeys shining, man 
I'm looking for my supa chic 
Driving around in my supa whip 
Super tight
like you ever want
To try my love and see how well it fits
Baby can't you see, when you look at me
I can't kick this feelin' when it hits
All alone in my
my space.
You got a song with no soul,
No truth no love.

Because the music sucks,
That's why little kids blow up.
Everybody needs a gun,
to relive the past
But in the present you'll hit that
Dance floor fast
'Cause it's Chic
And that makes the jam for real
'Cause it's something that you can
I'm not choking, my words are
Well spoken
Yo, when I'm talkin' loud
And I'm sayin' much, about chic
And we're
Gonna touch
The heart of your soul
Once they tried to repossess her
But she wouldn't start
God bless her
Spunky hunk a junk my funky rolls
For 30 years she got by on her looks
he had a bad back
All her brothers were fit for
Was stealing watermelons out of my truck

For once Polk salad Annie
'Gators got your granny
already fucking and we only met last week
We're both young, not yet antique
So her mindset was working for my technique
Tell her that I love her and by next
getting strange 'round here, I don't feel the same
If you could only see me today

Cocoon you laugh in my face
We've gotta learn to communicate
Get real, I
Drug dealer chic
I'm wonderin' if a thug's prayers reach
Is Pious pious 'cause God loves pious?
Socrates asks, "Whose bias do y'all seek?"
All for
the whole thing bleached
Drug dealer chic, I’m wondering if a thug’s prayers reach
Is Pious pious cause God loves pious?
Socrates asked whose bias do y'all
Will he make it out alive? Alright, alright, no church in the wild

I live by you, desire
I stand by you, walk through the fire
Your love is my
Drug dealer chic
I'm wonderin' if a thug's prayers reach
Is Pious pious 'cause God loves pious?
Socrates asks, "Whose bias do y'all seek?"
All for
a spanish chic my friends say
that loves head, salsa, merengue
mi favora con esta chocha
like Ricky Martin, livin la vida loca


I love
I'm crazy for this little lady
I'm freaking for my little baby
'Cause she makes me feel good
She's so fine
Don't need all my other ladies
lovin' outside
Don't you take my love for a ride
You make it happen girl - oh it really happens girl

You know that I'm not ready to wait
I don't wanna be
For the cherub's arrow
Hesitate (one last look in the mirror)
My lappels are narrow
Down the stairs and hit the street
The bravado's just pretend
They kept seeing each other off and on
See she moved to the city and you know what happened
Black chic with a real white accent

Pretty girl in
a fucking abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger
I wonder if I died, would tears
real name is"
"My real name is"
"My sisters name was"

Cooky puss, cook, cook, cook, scratch, scratch
Oh,cook, cook, cook, cook oh cooky
In a shack by the sea, I'll sit back, sipping tea
Let my early retirement commence
Far from fools made of wax, I'll get down to brass tacks and relax
Feel, feel, feel

Feel so real
I feel so real
I feel so real
And I owe it all to you

Oh, I feel so nice
With you here by my side
If I just do
me for a six day wonder, but don't you
Don't you throw my pride aside, besides

What's real and make believe
Baby Jane's in Acapulco
We are flyin'
by side

With my sistren extended kin sing
Keep on moving and don't stop
Do you get the gist of the linguistic
That I kick

I'm the chic with the hips