Lyrics:
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
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
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
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
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
Feeling tall and chic (so chic)
But when I try to speak
The words they choke my intention
But you're hard to love
Crying on the phone you're all cut
de la Gesteam, et pas celui de Dipset
Sam's et S-Pi, trop de-spee comme dirait Myst et
Tu vois qu'on charbonne, voilà l'album après la mixtape
J'ai
eyes but mine are greener
(I'm Hot) I keep it simple like add and subtract
One color, everything I rock is black
Like that black chic black whips
How's it coming?
Good
You?
Done!
One minute
Hamburg Heaven
Hi
Mary
Say hello
I got another job
Where?
"Chic"
What's
patterned shirt
And put a cease to that thrift-store chic
You Macklemore-looking motherfucker
You talk shit, I bet you're nice to my face
So if you wanna
different from them other dudes
I've tried so hard to hold on with you
Yep by a minute I played a fool
I even let you sleep by with a lie or two
See I was
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
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
sortir 4 albums
Une chance que j'ai écouté mes proches qui m'ont dit Garde ta job
J'ai vendu 5000 albums man, Garde ta job
J'ai des fans jusqu'à Sept-Iles,
Speak on it man
Verse 1-Fat Joe
This ain't for the intelligent civilized divas
for all the hoes and bitches who swallow nut by the leiters
a mess of eyeliner and spray paint
D.I.Y. destruction on chanel chic
Deny your culture of consumption
This is a culture of destruction
Don't want
of the week
This disco used to be a cute cathedral
But we got no room if you ain't gonna be chic
Sell your holy habitats
This ship's been deserted by
a dream
Streets was the hang out, every day kicked out
Caught by security telling us to get out
New route to the mall or my mom’s house
Girls would call
wheat (lunch)
See my haircut that's chic (chic)
All over my bag LV's (Louis)
Every time I rap, I preach (that's right)
Maybe I'm the bad bitch priest
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,
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
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
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