Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chic Like You, artist - Raphael Saadiq. Date of issue: 30.01.2015
Song language: English
Chic Like You |
| I need a chick like you |
| One licks a lollipop |
| Manolo Blancs hot |
| Her sevens fit like heaven |
| A chic like you |
| Can move and shake it fast |
| Boys wait for her to pass |
| Because that girl is bad |
| Chic like you |
| She soaks in green tea lotion |
| Her legs are so outspoken |
| You’ll think this girl is naked |
| Chic like you |
| The girl is always sexy |
| She loves backseats in taxis |
| And talking good and trashy |
| I need a chic like you that just won’t stop |
| Unbutton the top and let her hair down in the drop |
| I could take you to the opera and back to the block |
| Manolos and Gucci lenses, this chic is hot |
| For real, and I mean sizzling |
| Hips get to twistin' and switchin', she keep all the playas whistling |
| She do the fool in bikinis and heels |
| The way she lick her lips and suck the ice, and give a grown man chill |
| Ol' girl independent, flip her own whips |
| Flew a playa to Vegas and spent her own chips |
| Life of the party, the two-step queen |
| She wet when she seen me with them painted-on jeans |
| You know it don’t hit no better than her |
| Feel like I’m drunk when I see her and I slurrin' my words |
| You sexy and classy, and just my type |
| We can make it last forever, or just one night |
| What they do, Ray Ray? |
| Everyone buying her drinks, everyone wants to know her |
| It’s such a sexy show and she’s always dancing |
| Everyone buying her drinks, everyone wants to know her |
| It’s such a sexy show and she’s always dancing |
| I need a chic like you |
| That don’t know when to quit |
| Likes me to jump on it |
| And I just met her girlfriends |
| Chic like you |
| One with an open mind |
| Lets me eat cherry pie |
| Oh my, oh my, oh my |
| Chic like you |
| Will always keep me guessing |
| What’s under that long jacket |
| I got this real bad habit |
| Now if this sounds like you |
| Girl, let me come inside |
| 'Cause I thinking you might be my type |
| My type, my type, my type, my type, my type |
| You might be my type, my type, my type, my type, my type, my type |
| Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa… |
| And she’s always dancing, always dancing |