| Cinnamon breath scorches her cigarette
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| She had a benz take her straight from her flat to lafayette
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| Couldn’t forget the look of her silhouette
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| In all black with a little red roulette
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| An independent woman, no ones seen her bedroom
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| No getting in the way of her agenda or schedules
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| Cuz lifes one big appointment
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| With no boyfriend she can’t be disappointed
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| She thinks its all pointless, she spits fire and poison
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| When you know that you’re royal you ignore all other voices
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| But I’ll make mine cut through
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| And ill show her exactly what I’ve been up to
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| I’ve seen a lot, all seas every dock
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| Every mountain, every top, all cities all stops
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| Cause she a trust fund baby
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| Ain’t never work a day in her life
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| After one night bringin' that home with me
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| Might have to make her my wife
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| Cause she a trustfund baby
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| Walking around with her nose in the air
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| Got those high heels on
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| Spending Daddy’s credit card
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| I’m hoping I can have her share
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| Nothing but designer on so everyone can read her
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| Always had her clique on her side, a lying leader
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| Don’t act thirsty, excited or eager
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| Been there, done that, London, loved that
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| Other peoples secrets come from in between her lips
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| Chanel around the wrist, can tell she’s used to it
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| She’s a certified master of a spiteful craft
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| Imma let her walk down that psychopath
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| Plenty bad habits, never thinks about it
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| Always acts dramatic, lives to be distracted
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| B attitude provides attraction, slain another dragon
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| Hate it or love it let it happen
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| Needs a partner in crime girl lets conquer manhattan
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| Cause she a trust fund baby
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| Ain’t never work a day in her life
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| After one night bringin' that home with me
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| Might have to make her my wife
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| Cause she a trustfund baby
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| Walking around with her nose in the air
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| Got those high heels on
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| Spending Daddy’s credit card
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| I’m hoping I can have her share |