Ebony Eyez - Hot Chick lyrics

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Now when I met him he was riding clean fresh as mannie

Told me that he wanna see if I taste like candy

He like how I strollegged bowlegged down fifth and grande

Walking my argentina dogo sipping on some brandy

I know I'm bugging but I'm loving how the brother thuggin

I mean the nigga got me feeling hotter than a oven

He grabbed me by the waist and put his hands on my hips

All I could think about was getting a sample of them lips

Na we been kicking it since we met in november

Or december shit I don't know I can't remember

But that's my nigga and he know that I'm a hold him down

And when his phony homies bounce I'm a be around yeh

Cause she a hot chic block chic

Around the clock chic smoke the la

Keep it real chic trill chic

So that's my one chic down for like

We can hit the liquor store while he firing up the dro

Might take a puff but don't let nobody know

If a hater cause static then u know it's automatic

Shit I'm right with cha and we gotta let him have it

He know I'm a keep it real I'm a keep it trill

Let him know the deal if he get to acting I'll

See the gleam in his watch and my ring full of rocks

As I put my seat back and lean in the drop

Shorty ride shotgun in the ole skool lean to the side let's roll

(Let's roll let's roll)

Cause you know we trying to duck 5 0

Getting low while we puff that dro

(Oh ooh oh ooh)

And if we gotta go down tonight

You know damn well shorty down to fight

See that's the kind of chic I like

Drinking hennessy straight with no ice

(Yeh now tellum what you call me)

Now he gotta few potnas

But not too many

Don't like them type of gals

That's too skinny

Tell me watch out for heffas

Acting cool with me

Let him know it's all good

As long as you with me

He got a lot of muscle

And he taught me how to scuffle

He showed me how to hustle

My def jams like russel

He said here is what you gotta do

To make alot of capitol

Open up a avenue

Gone have them all after you

We chill on the couch and watch espn

When I'm being a grouch he still my bestes friend

His moma love me

But my daddy can't stand him

Bammas throw tantrums

When we creep up in the phantom

He love me when I wake up

Don't like alot of makeup

We have been known breakup

But then we kiss and make up

We do alot of freaking

Especially on the weekend

Mornings and evenings

(now that's a real chic for ya)

Cause I'm a