Chick Like Me lyrics Lyrics

song lyrics 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. song lyrics