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Chick Like Me lyrics
(feat. Rasheeda)

[Rasheeda]
Yea, D-lo, OK, Sho Nuff.
So what we got here ya ll.
This right here is what we call female pimpin .
Understand that Rasheeda, OK, Cherish baby, Ok.
Don Vito you a little foolish, ha ha.
I Like this. ATL.

[Verse 1]
Straight up.
A-Town. That s my type.
Thugged out. From the hood.
That s what I like.
Neck, ears.
Wrist shinning so bright.
Give me paper or plastic.
Anything I like.
You see I like em kind of cool.
Black shades, black tee, and black shoes.
Candy painted Impala on 22s.
Straight up gutta.
Is just my kind of dude.

[Chorus]
Where my Chi Town gangstas.
Down for whatever.
And all my Midwest riders.
My Saint Loui players.
Where my East Coast hustlers.
My New Yorkers holla.
Cause we don t need no bustas.
We don t need no haters.
I need a down south G.
The ones that ride so good.
That can give me what I need.
The ones that talk so hood.
The boys from the West Coast scene.
My crip walkin soldiers.
That can handle a chick like me.
A chick like me.

[Verse 2]
All my fellas need to hear me.
I want ya ll to hear me clearly.
I m not the picky type.
I like my thugs from every city.
GA, LA, on back to Philly.
But them dirty boys.
Oh they do something to me.
See I have to disagree.
I like my thugs from the NYC.
Steady trappin on the gangsta scene.
Ridin in cars up on that gangsta lean.

[Chorus]

[Rap]
Yea, Rasheeda, Chersih baby.
Ima break it down and tell you how I like it.
Red monkey jeans hanging low with a black-T.
Gotta mean swag and he trappin on the back street.
Now man it s somthing bout them G s.
Make Rasheeda tempertaure jump 100 degrees.
Is it the money or the candy paint dripping.
Or the way he hold me down and keep it pimpin .
Plus he know just how to beat it up.
Can t get enough so he always wanna eat it up.

[Chorus 2x]

[Rasheeda]
That s how it s going down right here baby.
We calling out all the G s all around the world.
Please believe it.
Ya ll need to keep it pimpin .
Keep ya A game.
Keep it tight baby.
This Cherish right here.
This Rasheeda right here, the Georgia peach.
The Urban Legend.
It don t get no better than this.
A.
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