Hey Chica

Kiana Brown

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    What’s that something ’bout you
    That genius in your genes
    Your DNA is exactly just how it’s supposed to be
    The girl in the rags (talking to ya)

    The girl in the rich dress (talking to ya)
    The girl playing in the band (talking to ya)
    It’s time you heard that
    If you wanna wear your high-tops to the club

    So be it, that’s your way
    If you wanna wear your six inch to the skate park
    So be it, that’s your way
    If you wanna sit at the drum and bang bang bang

    So be it, let’s hear you play
    If you wanna stand on a mountain top, just looking real pretty
    Do it all day

    Hey chica, hey chica, do that dance
    Hey chica, hey chica, you got fans
    Hey chica, hey chica, do your thing
    Nobody gonna do it like you (oh woah)

    Hey chica, hey chica, do that dance
    Hey chica, hey chica, you got fans
    Hey chica, hey chica, do your thing
    Nobody gonna do it like you

    I hope you’ve heard the whispers
    All saying you rule the game (she does)
    I hope you’ve seen the misters
    All trying to catch your name (what, what, what)

    The girl with the curls (talking to ya)
    The girl rocking the pearls (talking to ya)
    The girl in another world (talking to ya)
    Just do your thing girl

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    If you wanna wear your high-tops to the club
    So be it, that’s your way
    If you wanna wear your six inch to the skate park
    So be it, that’s your way

    If you wanna sit at the drum and bang bang bang
    So be it, let’s hear you play
    If you wanna stand on a mountain top, just looking real pretty
    Do it all day

    Hey chica, hey chica, do that dance
    Hey chica, hey chica, you got fans
    Hey chica, hey chica, do your thing
    Nobody gonna do it like you (oh woah)

    Hey chica, hey chica, do that dance
    Hey chica, hey chica, you got fans
    Hey chica, hey chica, do your thing
    Nobody gonna do it like you

    Hey chica, would you wear that dress
    Hey chica, would you whip those threads
    Hey chica, would you make your mess
    Cause you got, you got, you got, you got that

    Hey chica, would you wear that dress
    Hey chica, would you whip those threads
    Hey chica, would you make your mess
    Cause you got, you got, you got, you got that

    If you wanna wear your high-tops to the club
    So be it, that’s your way
    If you wanna wear your six inch to the skate park
    So be it, that’s your way

    Hey chica, hey chica, do that dance
    Hey chica, hey chica, you got fans
    Hey chica, hey chica, do your thing
    Nobody gonna do it like you (oh woah)

    Hey chica, hey chica, do that dance
    Hey chica, hey chica, you got fans
    Hey chica, hey chica, do your thing
    Nobody gonna do it like you

    If you wanna wear your high-tops to the club
    So be it, that’s your way
    If you wanna wear your six inch to the skate park
    So be it, that’s your way

    If you wanna sit at the drum and bang bang bang
    So be it, let’s hear you play
    If you wanna stand on a mountain top, just looking real pretty
    Do it all day

    Hey chica, hey chica, do that dance
    Hey chica, hey chica, you got fans
    Hey chica, hey chica, do your thing
    Nobody gonna do it like you (oh woah)

    Hey chica, hey chica, do that dance
    Hey chica, hey chica, you got fans
    Hey chica, hey chica, do your thing
    Nobody gonna do it like you

    Song details

    Composition: Robert Brien Wells, Matthew E Marston, and Virginia Mcgrail

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