| That girl a heartbreaker
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| Tell you to move along
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| That girl a high-staker
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| She’s so filet mignon
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| Livin' in the city, fuckin' with the stars
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| Whippin' round in hundred thousand dollar cars, yeah
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| She say her time is money
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| These niggas glad to pay
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| Lovin' bottle service
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| What more she gotta say
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| Poppin' through the city on the boulevard
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| Skinning dippin' at the Chateau Marmont
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| And she wilin'
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| She got them Gucci ruby shoes
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| Dancin' at the club; |
| these niggas love the way she moves
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| And she ridin'
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| Out to her party in the hills
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| Bumpin' on the coke cause she loves the way it feels
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| And she lyin'
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| That girl won’t ever fall in love
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| She pretty, too pretty to really ever give a fuck
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| And she
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| Don’t really gotta stress
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| Do whatever you wanna
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| Cause everything is perfect in the life of glamorama
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| Yeah
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| In the life of glamorama
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| That girl a soul shaker
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| She got that rebel yell
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| That girl a whole-caker
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| She eat it all herself
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| Out the window singin' Lousiana Sky
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| Pack of demons and the devil by her side, yeah
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| That girl a hard worker though
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| She be her own supporter
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| Money, sleep, money, eat, money
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| In that order
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| With the posse knockin' shots and doing drugs
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| Twenty seven, still be feelin' twenty one
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| And she wilin'
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| She got them Gucci ruby shoes
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| Dancin' at the club; |
| these niggas love the way she moves
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| And she ridin'
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| Out to her party in the hills
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| Bumpin' on the coke cause she loves the way it feels
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| And she lyin'
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| That girl won’t ever fall in love
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| She pretty, too pretty to really ever give a fuck
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| And she
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| Don’t really gotta stress
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| Do whatever you wanna
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| Cause everything is perfect in the life of glamorama
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| Yeah
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| In the life of glamorama
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| (I always wondered about that guy who slept with a fashion model)
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| (Plus I know)
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| (I can quit anytime)
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| And she wilin'
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| Way on the other side of town
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| The grass is only greener every time she come around
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| And she ridin'
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| Out to a desert in the eve
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| Drop at Tallahassee, then she swears she’ll never leave
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| And she lyin'
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| That girl won’t ever fall in love
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| She pretty, too pretty, and ain’t nobody good enough
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| And she
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| Don’t really gotta stress
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| Do whatever you wanna
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| Cause everything is perfect girl, your life is glamorama
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| In the life of glamorama |