Lyrics:
get through
Brown bags, sky high, I see angels in Chelsea
Wall street, chic life, I see angels in Chelsea
Lost souls pass by through the chain link
mystique, they say I'm c'est magnifique
When I'm in Par-ee, I'm the chic-est of the chic
They love my body odor and my bad toupee
They love my stripey
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
suppose
Once they tried to repossess her
But she wouldn't start
God bless her
Spunky hunk a junk my funky rolls
For 30 years she got by on her looks
(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
at sea so long we have simply gone bananas
Ariba
Chica chica boom
A chica chica boom boom chic
Chica chica boom
A chica chica boom boom chic
We
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
to coast from the east to the west side
Let's slide
Let's ride
Sippin' on a dirty fanta when I jet by
That's right
Baby let's ride
And I gotta bad chic on my
that girl who looks so chic?
She’s my baby
Who’s that girl who’s so unique?
She’s my baby
Feeling very fortunate when she walks by my side
And everybody
a problem with that subject
By hearing my album I know that’s Something they regret
Should of went and took the bet
Instead of being in ya house right Now
such a freak Standing there in all your chic
Kiss me on the cheek
I'm so fixated by your Sophistication
Am I living in your simulation
You're my Tv Girl
the summertime
Chic-a-Cherry Cola lime
Prison don't mean nothing to me if you'll be by my side
and just don't talk
I never made a man
Didn't trip when they walk the walk
(It's so chic and we love)
(What you've done with the place)
(Compliments
vivendo come in gta ma senza usare trucchi
Non non sono un VIP ma sono troppo chic (si)
Compro vestiti di marca con i soldi della street (on god)
Fumo Cali
been
I've been lonely, mm, ah, yeah
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Lonely (I'm a lonely chic)
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Lonely (Supalonely)
Now I'm in
vue personne d'autre chic comme Dieu
J'ai vue le diable tomber on earth
No more me I gon Worry ohh
I got the One God
He's Always by my side
See every
Said she want a Flyy brother
Told her baby yo there is no other
Said she want a Flyy Donny
Told a chic I'm all about the money
Fresh to death
Ist alles voll Trend, aber wer hat die Hitze?
Alles voll chic, Halle voll vorn, hinten alle voll dick
Alle roll'n miteinander, alle wollen mit
Alle
RELENTLESS!
Album done, so now It’s a Wrap!
Another genre that takes me back
Bear with my accent, I have no choice
Wish I could sound like Melle Mel,
I dedicate this album
To my wife
Tina
Never upset cause I set the goal high
Never slept on the dream you said go try
Go fly you said go high every
you got Proof
Phonies watch me get dark like Goki
Tomme got ya girl all soapy
Facetime dat look closely
Stoner chic wrap that slowly if you Got packs
Operator
Ayy
Shop play dine my funties
All alone or my friends wit' me
Perfect birthday by accident
Album cover that's the reference
Let's get this
a miracle (Miracle)
To stay wit the one I was with becuz I just got bit by yo lyrical (Yeah)
Told me dat you would be there or yo nigga physical and spiritual
P-dot going nuts
I'ma chic walk in these chucks
Look on high fashion no strut
We up till the sun coming up
Young boy going way up
Up next and I'll
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