Chrisette Michele - Favela lyrics

rate me

Me and my girls in the treats worth riding

Late in the night for the grin on silence

Chilly on the mac, lips lubes on the pedal

Favela chic with a sexy ghetto

Paris American London Bella

Cuduru dancer, a jazzy fella

Rock to the move, mama groove like stellar

You’re so cruel, you’re so favela

Favela vela

Chic

Favela vela

Chic

Hey sir, DJ, what’s your number?

Can you be my track list runner?

Promise me you’ll call me later

Too busy dancing, bad behavior

Barishta, we wear black dresses

Showing off the dick, hips good, God bless us

Dorishta, we’re so infectious

So to this max so please don’t test us

Favela vela

Chic

Favela vela

Chic

Are you with me?

Let me go now

Put your hands up

Don’t you sit down

If you’re with me

Let me know now

Cudorishtas, move your hips round

Keep ghetto

Fabulous

Keep ghetto

Fabulous

Favela vela

Chic

Favela vela

Chic

Favela vela

Chic

Favela vela

Chic

Pray me well darling