Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hot Chick, artist - Ebony EyezDate of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
Hot Chick |
| 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 |