Lyrics:
[Chorus:]
Ayyo a pimp's a pimp
Flow is flow
Doe is do
Ho's a ho
Chic's a chic
Trick's a trick
Bitch a bitch across the world
So
Je suis le fruit défendu, bienvenue, bienvenue.
Classé X, action porno chic, no délice, fantasme érotique.
Tu sais me captiver, ton souhait d'me
the door
She hid the coke
A scared chic would of flushed it raw
And we could live it up
Eat lobster and shrimp
Or get grimy with a
Quarter bag of potato
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
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
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
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
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
night stands
You just
You gotta keep them coming
Cause she's in fashion
She's chic
She's the belle nouvelle on Boogie Street
She's in fashion
La
night stands
You just
You gotta keep them coming
Cause she's in fashion
She's chic
She's the belle nouvelle on Boogie Street
She's in fashion
La
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
Yung Snapp made another hit
Brah, ehi, ehi
'Sta tip pass sacc ca vo sta cu me, ehi
Ess po can't, ma nun ce pav 'o cachet, ehi
Fa a tip chic
de l'essentiel
Mais rien de tel qu'une p’tite chanson
Pour vous remonter l'moral
Un air chic et tellement con
Vivial
On l'écoute on la fredonne
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
Cabelo tá modelo Chic,
Bigodin já tá na régua,
Passa gilete em cantin,
Igual passamos comedia.
Cabelo tá modelo Chic,
Bigodin já tá na régua,
Passa
Chic chic, nhec nhec funk funk nhenhenhém
Hoje tem festa na roça nós embarca nesse trem
É sexta feira é dia de mutirão
De
destinos e bagagens
aconchegos e saudades
quando vi que alguma coisa aconteceu
pensei que tinha “barroado”
quando vi que alguém estranho entrou
CHIC, CHIC
SO CHIC
BLA BLA BLA
AY SI
GIBBE RISH MA LIK
SOOOO
MA CI BI
PONME HIGH BI CI
SO SO CHIC TO CI BI
ESTOY BIEN LOLLI LOLLI LOLLI POP POP
TRAIGO LA LLAVE
so much dog I'm spinning getting dizzy
I might need an advil, my old chic sad still
Worried that my new chic's bag real
And all my old friends mad
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
Times like this, I get so geeked
Up all night, I get no sleep
Live my days, it be so chic
Take my risk, ‘cause that’s on me
Play my part
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