Lyrics:
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
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
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
fooling me whereby i fool em/
Your chic there checking on me she tryna pull up/
I play fair and i still win they cant get that/
Superstar all in my soul,
Ugliness
Ugliness
Ugliness
You got a dog face chic,
With basketball tit's.
Porno sucks,
That's the truth of it.
You got a bunch of dumb fat guys,
And I must be ... back ... in the seventies ...
I must have gone insane ...
But I feel damn great ...
I must have gone insane ...
Ahh Freak out, le
the ruggedest thing as far as chics go
Watch nigga grow away faster than a pit bull
I tell them all they ain't got nothing for 'em
Platinum and album with no
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
That was chic, that was very chic
Her face appeared in all the motor books
Once a week each and every week
When they checked her gasket out
The old
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
(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
I got cabin fever it's burning in my brain
I've got cabin fever it's driving me insane
We got cabin fever, we're flipping our bandanas
Been stuck
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
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
that
You already know
Come on down to Florida
I got something for ya
We could see the kilos or the Keys, baby, oh ya
Guns in the summertime
Chic
Wer hat die Hitze?
Wer hat die Hitze? (Wer hat die Hitze?)
Setz' den ganzen Laden in Brand
Wer hat die Hitze?
Zigtausend Fahrenheit, jenseits der
week
You can hear her shriek from the gashes in her cheeks
No, I'm not a freak, I am meekly a creep that
Neighbors by the creek say that my house stinks
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
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
Whole lotta baddies in this place
Yaa Yaa
Big ol butt with the slim ole waist
Yaa Yaa
Beating down the block with the 12's in the trunk
Yaa Yaa
chic cool being a side chic
When my main call she don't say a word
Different breed we the ones that prevailed
Lived through dark now we living in light
U
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
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
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