Tyrese - I Gotta Chick Feat. Tyga & R. Kelly

Lyrics to I Gotta Chick Feat. Tyga & R. Kelly by Tyrese

[Chorus] I gotta chick that love, I gotta chick that love me I gotta chick that love, I gotta chick that love me I gotta chick that love me, I gotta chick that love me And she’ll do anything for me that’s why I fucks with her. I fucks with her high, call it my little ghetto sex soldier And she ain’t like them other chicks (Got a nigga obey) Like a fucking bag of chips So she got enough respect to make a nigga feel like a president (The best of her) Shawty ain’t playin’ sex so good she just got me sayin’, man I toast to the way that she do me, she put it on me She’ll even bring a friend for me That’s why I buy her everything Cause she is the baddest thing up in the club [Chorus] I gotta chick that love, I gotta chick that love me I gotta chick that love, I gotta chick that love me I gotta chick that love me, I gotta chick that love me And she’ll do anything for me that’s why I fucks with her I ain’t gotta tell her but once, whatever it is She gonna do it like ain’t shit to it like Don’t listen to your friends no matter what they’re telling you You should listen to your man cause we gonna ride forever We be in the Phantom gloss doing the most Got a lot of haters jealous cause we’re still together This right here’s gonna last forever Cause you and me together through the stormy weather That’s why I buy her everything Cause she is the baddest thing up in the club [Chorus] I gotta chick that love, I gotta chick that love me I gotta chick that love, I gotta chick that love me I gotta chick that love me, I gotta chick that love me And she’ll do anything for me that’s why I fucks with her Hold that baby kick my feet up on the table dinner ready that’s my baby Cook my favorite spaghetti Angel hair fettuccine then we fuck until we dreamin’ Wakin’ up around eleven now we rollin’ like it’s Cali Got a fine dark skin like Keisha up in belly Oh really I ‘ready comin’ and it’s just so heavy I ain’t trippin’ she ain’t trippin’ She ain’t flippin’ to my celly We’re both grown, lower your tone I’m just kiddin’ We both winnin’, like Jordan to the Pippen Hope you ain’t feelin’ different ‘cause mostly them girls was digits With you I play my cards right royal flush finish (oh) Gotta chick that love me no attitude she hug me Le-let me down and rub me lo-loyal when she for me Too many homies owe me push em to the side ‘Cause they ain’t gonna ride Like my chick that love me. [Chorus x2] I gotta chick that love, I gotta chick that love me I gotta chick that love, I gotta chick that love me I gotta chick that love me, I gotta chick that love me And she’ll do anything for me that’s why I fucks with her