Chick Like Me Lyrics (feat. Rasheeda) by Cherish
Clean Lyric
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Yeah (Don-V low)
Okay (Sho Nuff)
See what we got right here (Yeah)
This right here is what we call female pimping A
Rashida (Rashida) Okay (Okay)
Cherish Baby (Cherish)
Okay
Don- V low you a little foolish with this one
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, Shining so bright
Give me paper or plastic anything I like
Uh You see I like them kind of cool
Black Shades, Black Tee, and Black Shoes
Candy paint Impala on 22
Straight up gutter that's just my knid of dude

Chrous
Were all my Chi-Town Gangsta (Who's down for what ever)
Where My Mid-West Rider (My Saint Louis Player)
Where My East Coast Hustler (My New Yorkers Holla)
Cause we don't need no busta We don't need no hata
I need a Thug style G (The one that look so good)
That can give me what I need (The one talk so hood)
That represent the West Coast Sence
That can on go A Chick Like Me
A Chick Like Me

Verse 2
All my thugs need to hear me
I want yah to hear me clearly
I'm not the picky type I'm like my Thugs from every city
GA, LA, on back to Philly.
Them dirty boys oh they do something to me
See I have to disagree
I like my thugs from the NYC
Steady trapping on that gangsta scence
Riding in car up on a Gangsta lean

Chrous
Were all my Chi-Town Gangsta (Who's down for what ever)
Where My Mid-West Rider (My Saint Louis Player)
Where My East Coast Hustler (My New Yorkers Holla)
Cause we don't need no busta We don't need no hata
I need a Thug style G (The one that look so good)
That can give me what I need (The one talk so hood)
That represent the West Coast Sence
That can on go A Chick Like Me
A Chick Like Me

Rap
A Red banggy jeans hanging low with a black tee
Gotta mean Swagger and he trapping on the back street (back street)
Oh man it's something bout them G
Make Rashida temperature jump 100 degrees (fire high)
Is it the money or da candy paint drippin
the way he holds me down and keeps it pimping.
Plus he know just how to can't get enough so he always wanna fuck.

Chrous
Ablibs
My Chi-Town Ganfsta
Oo Oo
East Coast Hustler
Cause we don't need no busta
NO
Ooooo
Ohhh
Chick Like Me

Ablibs
My Gangsta
Ooo
Yeah
Ooooo
Thugged out G
Oooo
Like Me
Like Me
Like Me
Like Me

That's how it's goining down baby
We calling out all the G all around the world
Please believe it
Yah need to keep it pimping
Keep your A game
Keep it tight baby
This Cherish right here
This Rashida right here
The Urban Legend
It don't get no better then this
A
Yeah (Don-V low)   Okay (Sho Nuff)   See what we got right here (Yeah)   This right here is what we call female pimping A   Rashida (Rashida) Okay (Okay)   Cherish Baby (Cherish)   Okay    Don- V low you a little foolish with this one   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, Shining so bright    Give me paper or plastic anything I like   Uh You see I like them kind of cool   Black Shades, Black Tee, and Black Shoes   Candy paint Impala on 22   Straight up gutter that's just my knid of dude      Chrous   Were all my Chi-Town Gangsta (Who's down for what ever)   Where My Mid-West Rider (My Saint Louis Player)   Where My East Coast Hustler (My New Yorkers Holla)   Cause we don't need no busta We don't need no hata   I need a Thug style G (The one that look so good)   That can give me what I need (The one talk so hood)    That represent the West Coast Sence    That can on go A Chick Like Me   A Chick Like Me      Verse 2   All my thugs need to hear me   I want yah to hear me clearly    I'm not the picky type I'm like my Thugs from every city   GA, LA, on back to Philly.   Them dirty boys oh they do something to me   See I have to disagree   I like my thugs from the NYC   Steady trapping on that gangsta scence    Riding in car up on a Gangsta lean      Chrous   Were all my Chi-Town Gangsta (Who's down for what ever)   Where My Mid-West Rider (My Saint Louis Player)   Where My East Coast Hustler (My New Yorkers Holla)   Cause we don't need no busta We don't need no hata   I need a Thug style G (The one that look so good)   That can give me what I need (The one talk so hood)    That represent the West Coast Sence    That can on go A Chick Like Me   A Chick Like Me      Rap   A Red banggy jeans hanging low with a black tee   Gotta mean Swagger and he trapping on the back street (back street)   Oh man it's something bout them G   Make Rashida temperature jump 100 degrees (fire high)   Is it the money or da candy paint drippin    the way he holds me down and keeps it pimping.   Plus he know just how to can't get enough so he always wanna fuck.      Chrous   Ablibs   My Chi-Town Ganfsta   Oo Oo   East Coast Hustler   Cause we don't need no busta   NO   Ooooo   Ohhh   Chick Like Me      Ablibs   My Gangsta   Ooo   Yeah   Ooooo   Thugged out G   Oooo   Like Me   Like Me    Like Me   Like Me      That's how it's goining down baby   We calling out all the G all around the world   Please believe it   Yah need to keep it pimping   Keep your A game   Keep it tight baby   This Cherish right here   This Rashida right here   The Urban Legend    It don't get no better then this   A