| I need a chick like you
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| One licks a lollipop
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| Manolo Blancs hot
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| Her sevens fit like heaven
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| A chic like you
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| Can move and shake it fast
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| Boys wait for her to pass
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| Because that girl is bad
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| Chic like you
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| She soaks in green tea lotion
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| Her legs are so outspoken
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| You’ll think this girl is naked
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| Chic like you
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| The girl is always sexy
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| She loves backseats in taxis
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| And talking good and trashy
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| I need a chic like you that just won’t stop
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| Unbutton the top and let her hair down in the drop
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| I could take you to the opera and back to the block
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| Manolos and Gucci lenses, this chic is hot
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| For real, and I mean sizzling
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| Hips get to twistin' and switchin', she keep all the playas whistling
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| She do the fool in bikinis and heels
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| The way she lick her lips and suck the ice, and give a grown man chill
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| Ol' girl independent, flip her own whips
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| Flew a playa to Vegas and spent her own chips
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| Life of the party, the two-step queen
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| She wet when she seen me with them painted-on jeans
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| You know it don’t hit no better than her
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| Feel like I’m drunk when I see her and I slurrin' my words
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| You sexy and classy, and just my type
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| We can make it last forever, or just one night
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| What they do, Ray Ray?
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| Everyone buying her drinks, everyone wants to know her
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| It’s such a sexy show and she’s always dancing
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| Everyone buying her drinks, everyone wants to know her
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| It’s such a sexy show and she’s always dancing
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| I need a chic like you
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| That don’t know when to quit
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| Likes me to jump on it
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| And I just met her girlfriends
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| Chic like you
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| One with an open mind
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| Lets me eat cherry pie
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| Oh my, oh my, oh my
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| Chic like you
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| Will always keep me guessing
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| What’s under that long jacket
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| I got this real bad habit
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| Now if this sounds like you
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| Girl, let me come inside
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| 'Cause I thinking you might be my type
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| My type, my type, my type, my type, my type
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| You might be my type, my type, my type, my type, my type, my type
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| Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa…
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| And she’s always dancing, always dancing |