Lyrics:
(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
She bad she Thick
Lil emo chic
Said she dead inside
Don't call me no necrophile
Murder pussy Feel alive
She no virgin She just vibe
Slit on wrists
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
at sixty-five?
Red velvet Corvette, pushin' a hundred fifty-five
How I got this chic tonight will prolly leave you mystified
Blue skies, blue skies
Blue skies,
your game, say the same rigmarole everyday
It's kinda getting boring
You've done this once before
You know the final score
You're running in the morning
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
tryna over do it, please stick to the plan
I'm with thirty-six niggas, we like Wu-Tang, I be with my Clan
Or with my chic in Maui, smoking, probably
me up then you can loose your life
I can't never trust no bitch the way I put trust in my pipe
I'm gone start this off by saying Nigga this a good ass
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
Balenciaga Pro Shit
So chic, ich bin fresh und clean
Wir ham' deutschen Rap gekillt, Kid, Rest in Peace
Bad Boys para siempre, Partners in Crime
Mein
How's it coming?
Good
You?
Done!
One minute
Hamburg Heaven
Hi
Mary
Say hello
I got another job
Where?
"Chic"
What's
up, put it on the streets
If I ain't in my 6-4, then my Benz creep
Up and down the street
Run to the money, can't nothin' else get me on my feet
We
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
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
the park and 106 (holla)
Next...Her name is Ra'nette (ghetto chic)
she lives on the west side i hit the L.A.X (ok)
I'm so impressed by the way that she dress
when i goes to park at 106 (holla)
Next...Her name is Ra'nette (ghetto chic)
she lives on the west side i hit the L.A.X (ok)
I'm so impressed by the way
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
the one who put chic on the map
Them niggas never believed in the rap
Think I'm a singer I tweak with the strap
Thinking I'm lacking you got to be dumb
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
so I should prolly see a toilet
You can flush this when I finish
I fire work just like the 4th and celebrate my independence
I need chic about her
worth sab in mills chahiye
Show off bhi karna hai mujhe key less Benz mai
Mein veg tabse jab nahi tha hona vegan trend mai
Logo pe nahi hai trust mere
back the hell up
(I'm Hot) Dj'd know what time it is
Kid Capri, Flex, S, Clue or Biz
It is off the lid, spot's type crazy
Cats up in here got more
south, thank God
Is still the same well, my Boston girl
She's read in the New York Times
That it was very chic now
To speak southern lines
Though she
the rest is history
You're all alone in the freezing cold
By the underground
Your hands are numb and you're feeling dumb
Cos you been let down
You thought
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