paroles de chanson Hot Chick (feat. Trey Songz) - Ebony Eyez

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