Favela Chic Lyrics

by Chrisette Michele

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
Cuduru dance, a jazzy fella
Rock to the move, mama groove like stellar
You're so cruel, you're so favela

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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