| Hey, Ms. Red Carpet
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| She can autograph my pockets
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| Anytime, anyplace, anyway
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| I’ll be looking at everybody else watchin'
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| I don’t wanna be obnoxious
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| But this girl worth the gossip
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| Take away the smile
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| The tattoos now, forever she very guard-less
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| I imagine her topless
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| She might set off my rocket
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| Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
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| On and poppin' she mad marketing
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| Attitude like we arguing
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| With her by my side bring glitter to my life
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| I should twitter this girl is sparkling
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| She ain’t no rock star
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| But she got groupies
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| She ain’t no actress
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| But she makes movies
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| And when she struts that thing around
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| Everybody be breaking their neck like
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| Who dat girl who dat girl, who dat girl
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| She ain’t got riches but she got fashion
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| She ain’t a model but camera’s flashing
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| And when she struts that thing around
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| Everybody be breaking their neck like
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| Who dat girl who dat girl, who dat girl
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| Hey, I wanna know her mamma’s name
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| 'Cause that where she get it from
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| They ain’t never shot her with silicon
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| Shawty is her and her she’s the real one
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| Touch one, grab one, feel one
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| I wish she would’a told me that
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| Ain’t nothing wrong bringing the old me back
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| Little mamma knows my body so trophy glass
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| She worth it, bring me some Chloe bags
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| Like damn, can I be yo' police badge
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| Pull it up, get a little cozy and
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| Woman is sort’a like and oldie jam
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| Record some ssh
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| On a playboy cam
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| She ain’t no actress
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| The movie from my mattress
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| Rock star, none of that practice
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| But still she got fanatics
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| Ooh oh oh, look at her goo ooh ooh
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| I wanna know ooh ooh
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| Who dat girl who dat girl, who dat girl
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| Ooh oh oh, look at her goo ooh ooh
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| I wanna know ooh ooh
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| Who dat girl who dat girl, who dat girl |