Lyrics:
Og i be smoking bad chic's i be poking
Fast cars i be rolling shoot my shot i was open
Og i be smoking bad chic's i be poking
Fast cars i be rolling
murked you
I didn't have to die so that they could call me the great one
Didn't take a couple albums, people said it from day one
From wings with hot
chic
This documentary's lost on me
Satirical news, free energy
Mobile lifestyle, loveless sex
Independence, happiness
Oh, and no one ever knows
Ah, freak out
Le freak, c'est Chic
Freak out
Ah, freak out
Le freak, c'est Chic
Freak out
Have you heard about the new dance craze?
Listen
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
And all of the interesting white people are trying on their chic clenched fist gloves over their smooth hairless stumps!
And all of the interesting
on
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
Chic, Chanel, mademoiselle
Little fairy call me tinkerbell
Eating berries by my wishing well
Still raise hell keep u under my spell
Chic, Chanel,
To remind you, you're never led astray
I'm a chic accessory for men, here by your side
In your moments of glory, when you take that stride
When the world
ain't even gotta watch for police
It's legal now, they allow us to grow trees
My hotel suite describe the definition of chic
Tryin' not to ash
One, two, three, four
Aaahh Freak out!
Le Freak, c’est Chic
Freak out!
Aaahh Freak out!
Le Freak, c’est Chic
Freak out!
Have you heard about the new
cats
The psychedelic soul puts the Planets on the map
The chic, the love, the far out name
The lack of the funk's the main why we came
The boogie
here by that name"
"A Cooky or Puss then, Cooky chic"
"Anybody man, I want to speak to them"
"There not here"
"I said where's Cooky puss at?
"Yo,
I'm confused, I don't know
Which way do I really go
This guy is fly
But another one pass me by
Stuck in the middle of this spot
That is
Drugs
Dj Chapo
Drugs
My niggas be on drugs
This chic that's ridding with me she on drugs
I ain't a pharmacy but i got drugs
On drugs
Making money out
by her gravity
Wandered through the city streets all night and day
Feel her even more in every breath I take
Rainy days a chic cafe Ruinart Champagne
the base of my spine
Sweet like a chic-a-cherry cola
I don't need to try to explain
I just hold on tight
And if it happens again
I may move so slightly
name)
She comes off a little bit mean
But she's a darling hidden in the shade
Chic, if you got to see you'd agree
She passes by and then
Your
Io non flexo e non bevo la lean la tua ex mette mano nei jeans
La tua gang è più shit che chic la mia fam ruba ancora i cd
Dico più cose di te nelle
Drugs
Dj Chapo
Drugs
My niggas be on drugs
This chic that's ridding with me she on drugs
I ain't a pharmacy but i got drugs
On drugs
Making money out
seems to pass us by
But everything slow down when I'm with you
I'm with you and I'm lit
All of your friends say
You got your hold on him
But I don't wanna
that she a star
She the type of chic I wanna hang with
She mah type of chic you know I wanna ride with
She don’t ever sell it for a price
She just want
white wine without smudging your lipstick
I'm scared to come near you, you're shrouded by your usual clique
Chic, chic
You've got me riding
On a South
Gold -- is a voice of an angel in the sky
Invented by some old dead white guys
You trade it for your time on earth until you die
Then maybe it's mine
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