
FAME WONT KILL ME LOLZ? ?️ zeija
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[Intro]
Marry me Pröz
[Chorus]
Boutta break the mot—, break the mother fucking bass
Feel like I'm Lady Gaga, the way I got that poker face
I snort a couple lines, oh fuck I think that shit is laced
Oh fuck, ugh, I'm boutta hit the bank
I'm so fitted up, my clothes are all designer
Got the cameras flashing when I'm out in Vegas
You say you know me, but I think that you're a liar
You don't know me because I'm so fuckin' famous
[Verse]
Christian Dior all up on me, from the head to toe
Got my glasses on, you know I'm boutta strike a pose
Mariela kisses on me, you know that I stay moving slow
Feel like Nick, the way I just bought a new nose
[Chorus]
Boutta break the mot—, break the mother fucking bass
Feel like I'm Lady Gaga, the way I got that poker face
I snort a couple lines, oh fuck I think that shit is laced
Oh fuck, ugh, I'm boutta hit the bank
I'm so fitted up, my clothes are all designer
Got the cameras flashing when I'm out in Vegas
You say you know me, but I think that you're a liar
You don't know me because I'm so fuckin' famous
Marry me Pröz
[Chorus]
Boutta break the mot—, break the mother fucking bass
Feel like I'm Lady Gaga, the way I got that poker face
I snort a couple lines, oh fuck I think that shit is laced
Oh fuck, ugh, I'm boutta hit the bank
I'm so fitted up, my clothes are all designer
Got the cameras flashing when I'm out in Vegas
You say you know me, but I think that you're a liar
You don't know me because I'm so fuckin' famous
[Verse]
Christian Dior all up on me, from the head to toe
Got my glasses on, you know I'm boutta strike a pose
Mariela kisses on me, you know that I stay moving slow
Feel like Nick, the way I just bought a new nose
[Chorus]
Boutta break the mot—, break the mother fucking bass
Feel like I'm Lady Gaga, the way I got that poker face
I snort a couple lines, oh fuck I think that shit is laced
Oh fuck, ugh, I'm boutta hit the bank
I'm so fitted up, my clothes are all designer
Got the cameras flashing when I'm out in Vegas
You say you know me, but I think that you're a liar
You don't know me because I'm so fuckin' famous
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