Chrisette Michele - Favela Chic lyrics

[Chrisette Michele - Favela Chic lyrics]

Me and my girls in the treats worth riding
Late in the night for the grin on silence

Chilly on the mac it’s lubes on the pedal
Favela chic with a sexy ghetto

Paris American london Bella
Kudoro dance a jazzy fella

Rock to the move mama groove
Like stellar you’re so cruel
You’re so favela

Favela vela… chic
Favela vela… chic

Hey sir, DJ what’s your number?
Can you be my track list runner?

Promise me you’ll call me later
Too busy dancing bad behavior

Barishta we wear black dresses
Showing off the dick hips good
God bless us

Dorishta we’re so infectious
So to this max so please, don’t test us

Favela vela… chic
Favela vela… chic

Are you with me? Let me go now
Put your hands up

Don’t you sit down if you’re with me
Let me know now

Cudorishtas move your hips round
Keep ghetto fabulous
Keep ghetto fabulous

Favela (vela) chic
Favela (vela) chic

Favela (vela) chic
Favela (vela) chic
Pray me well, darling

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