Lyrics:
quente, e eu tô cuspindo fire.
Bota mais gelo no wisky.
Bancando e curtindo drip.
Gata rebola pra mim, eh.
Que esses nigga é muito chic.
Ninguém me para
It's time to get infected
but this infection is good
You're gonna affected
by good mood
We're travelling throught the channels
travelling with
You rest your head on your antique bed
And talk about your arts degree
You act so cool by your heated pool
And take your lunch at three
Own half
fly, as the blaze gets higher
Like a samurai I master the heat technique in my best chic!
I stand by the fire, let’s get higher
I get higher, when I
ev'rything I could
Me Big Chief, I'm feeling good
Me Big Chief, I got um tribe
Got my squaw right by my side
My Spyboy, he just went by
My Flagboy, he's
And when he comes to town,
I wonder if he'll play with me.
Laying in bed, watching tv, cookie!
With his mama by his side, she's japanese.
They scream
Suicide chic, real vintage fur
Artistry looks up Marylin's skirt
Objectify me to the point it hurts
Nouveau aristocracy West end girl
Yves Saint
Fewer few we was chosen by few
Few that chose us chose us last
Pain old and the money new
Been coming last ain't none new
Fewer few we was chosen
me, I handle the business when it's time to get it, I zone in
I'm the same way if I'm with fifty niggas who be killin' or I'm by my lonely
I be
(Le freak, c'est chic.) Freak out!
ch, freak out! (Le freak, c'est chic.) Freak out!
Have you heard about the new dance craze?
Listen to us, I'm sure
That hating ish Nall I don't really Get that
Ya boy say I'm eh but his chic Really with that
Talk ya little chatter Yea ya lil pit pat
Boss baby
to anything...
Don't try to tell me that you're an intellectual
Cause you're just another boring bisexual
("I met Andy Warhol at a really chic party")
Blow it out
you on the phone last night
We live and die by pretty lies
You know it, oh, we both know it
These silver bullet cigarettes
This burning house, there's
ev'rything I could
Me Big Chief, I'm feeling good
Me Big Chief, I got um tribe
Got my squaw right by my side
My Flagboy, he just went by
My Spyboy, he's
And when he comes to town,
I wonder if he'll play with me.
Laying in bed, watching TV, cookie!
With his mama by his side, she's Japanese.
They scream
He a one trick pony like a field goal kicker
I don't feel those niggas said they're all fucking wack
Stressing a blessing by rapping with swag
Hey la, um de hey oh la
Said, hey la, um de hey oh le
Hey, hey, hey, hey oh la
Said hey, oh hey, feelin' good today
One day as I was a havin'
Tipo frakilin cheguei assaltando a mídia
Preto chic elegante o sonho das patricinha
Aprendi com as mulheres e uso a mesma malícia
A maldade tá na
Were you inside a safe space and too I wondered
Were you thinking about me and if you were
Why was I feeling so lonely
By the phone
Alone to the bone
Running through the club got em all turning up like
Yaa Yaa
Ice cream drip I must be lit like
Yaa Yaa
Foreign chic with the foreign whip like
Yaa Yaa
It's not that chics fault.
It's ya mans fault
She gonna do what she wants baby what you thought
If he your man than he wouldn't have been cheaters
Ooh-um
I get it darling you are getting cold
You had it steady it was on the road
You're ridin' so dirty, dirty and fast but
You're goin' three
Ah, freak out!
Le freak, c'est chic
Freak out!
Ah, freak out!
Le freak, c'est chic
Freak out!
Ah, freak out!
Have you heard about the new dance
got some more in store
When I get to thrown it on you
You got to come back for more
Toys and things that come by the dozen
That ain't nothin' but
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