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 s**y ghetto Paris American London Bella Cuduru 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