Lyrics:
straight
Somebody swore
That saw me
Trying to fly away
What did i do
Mondie'
Je suis perdu
A cabaret,
Ding dong dang
Style cotton club
With nonchalance
I
niggas gone copy now
Your bitch she like the way I drip I told her come and wipe me down
My trap back jumping just like chic fil a I got good prices now
(yeaaa)
[Verse 2]
Uh
Yo its funny how ya money pow all of a sudden surrounded by these funny style chics getting money now bitch had a hunnit
Thou
I heard the bridge was smoking on chic
Fuck it we smoking UE
I better duck when I run into who
You better duck when you run into me
Im with the tres
again
Only human again
Poised and polished and gleaming with charm
I'll be courting again
Chic and sporting again
Which should cause severance husbands
How's it coming?
Good
You?
Done!
One minute
Hamburg Heaven
Hi
Mary
Say hello
I got another job
Where?
"Chic"
What's
Tryna write of them scams on yo tax
I'm a boss, so I'm minding my business
Need to follow in the footsteps of these Christians
Just a hood chic, rich
Sledgren
Like my gin neat
Run the game, I suggest that you get floor seats
Might not leave with everything, but we for sure get a piece
Fix it
Hey you guys
Hey you guys
Chic-a chic-a dobe dobe dobe dobe
All the children went to heaven
Won't be back 'til ten after eleven
Are you ready
This is the gallant crew that rolled the big super fort
Which carried the first atomic bomb to Japan
Piloted by Colonel Paul Tibbets Jr. of Miami
Chic-a-chick. What goes on? I really want to know. What goes on all around me, What goes on? I really want to know.
When in should come-a my dream woman, She
(Bridge: Ryan cnthony)
Talking, I'm peeping
Tryna meet her
She aint speaking
Pulled the wallet out
Girl what's that about?
She ain't fucking with me until
Chics sell flesh just to get they cream
Not the hustlers with the phone cards in the streets
Pack bags in the heat when the sun burns
And the cops
mom
I'm going back to where I'm from to meet ayy
Before we met I was stalking you on ig
Back when I had two babes and a side chic
But then I thought
grace
At the catchy song slapathon super chic
Runnin' 'round Tehran with Qurans in the cape
Base nuclear bombs, build their arms like a palm full
Mike was
Black gloves, white socks
Leather jacket with the zips, my gosh
All the freaks so chic
Stepping out, living large like party animals
And we get
and gone
No more lit by gaslight
No more hanging on
Fighting ain't my calling
Feeling is all I know
With you I be all in
High up in the glow
I got
and gleaming with charm
I'll be courting again, chic and sporting again
Which should cause several husband's alarm
I'll hop down off the shelf and toute suite
with me
We can do it over there by all the trees
Drive this car real fast
I'll lay my head and I'll make your body blast
Ow!
[Chorus]
Let's
. . .
Bozzio: . . . big titty chic that you just had out here with the camera, I mean, you know . . .
Frank: Listen carefully to me, oh, Devil . .
the fucking champ, I can't fail at this (woo-woo)
Money dance, by the million bands, I got hella grip (durr)
Hella chips with a lot of chics coming by
the grasshop
The true cool is black, the new school is fat
The beats by the ounce, the funk by the pack
The hanging off the butts with the fat sole kicks
through the mystery
Of old devil sex
Josephine
Josephine
From the first was rather chic
As a tot
She would trot
Through the island of martinique
Her
thank God
Is still the same
And this Boston girl says she likes it
Down here
Lovin' by the river bank with ol' Hank
'Cause the new south, thank God
Is
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