Sylvia Baudelaire - Collection

Mall Girl

They say I smell like kinderwhore
Six inch heel down the hall
In denim skirt I'm showing off
When they bark I'm flipping them off
Bitches wanna get in the zone
They can't get on my level
I'm pretty so I use it all
Money comes when I turn men on

His wife's gone when I babysit
He comes over hard like a brick
He loves the taste of my red lipstick
I leave it on his huge fat dick
Slaps my ass, he likes it thick
Nasty daddy, banana split
I spend his cash on pricey shit
He always brings me lotta gifts

I'm a mall girl
I'm strutting my way to the top
I'm a mall girl
Money is what I love
I'm a mall girl
Queen of this fucking club
I'm a mall girl
Give me another shot

You know I'm a vixen, sucker
You're just a little pervert motherfucker

They say I'm a beautiful wreck
Gold chains dripping down my neck
And I don't give a single fuck
They can't stop talking 'bout my racks
Baby don't worry 'bout me
I don't care about you
Lemme do my own thing
You're nobody to me boo

His wife's gone when I babysit
He comes over hard like a brick
I spend his cash on pricey shit
He always brings me lotta gifts

I'm a mall girl
I'm strutting my way to the top
I'm a mall girl
Money is what I love
I'm a mall girl
Queen of this fucking club
I'm a mall girl
Give me another shot
I'm a mall girl
I'm strutting my way to the top
I'm a mall girl
Money is what I love
I'm a mall girl
Queen of this fucking club
I'm a mall girl
Give me another shot
I'm a mall girl
Motherfucking mall girl
I'm a mall girl
Motherfucking mall girl
I'm a mall girl
Motherfucking mall girl
I'm a mall girl
Motherfucking mall girl

They say I smell like kinderwhore
Six inch heel down the hall
In denim skirt I'm showing off
When they bark I'm flipping them off
Bitches wanna get in the zone
They can't get on my level
I'm pretty so I use it all
Money comes when I turn men on
They say I'm a beautiful wreck
Gold chains dripping down my neck
And I don't give a single fuck
They can't stop talking 'bout my racks
Baby don't worry 'bout me
I don't care about you
Lemme do my own thing
You're nobody to me boo
I spend his cash on pricey shit
He always brings me lotta gifts
I'm a mall girl

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Writer(s): Sylvia Baudelaire
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