The Way I Arch

My Louis ain't from Turkey, it comes straight from the French
The fur coat is imported, the back, it says Givench
Each finger nail a thousand, thousand British pounds
My custom Gucci handbag, I never put it down
D-D-Diamonds on my sleeve, Y2K, Murakami
Aston Martin, DMV, pop my pussy on the seats (What?)
Extra large and extra hard
You know that's my favorite part
Undress me, my body art
Your fantasy, the way I arch
(Hey)
(Hah)

Go hard like Paris (Yo), icon and heiress (Woah)
I bring the smoke, make you go where the air is
Spin around like Ferris, p-p-paper comin' down
And bitch, you looking jealous 'cause I'll take the crown
Drama, drugs and betrayal makes a newcomer fail
Rule number one in Hollywood: Don't ever go to jail
But I'm out in these streets
Color pink, tracksuit, JC
Jumpin' jacks on the D
Boy, I know you wanna be the one to fuck me, ugh

My Louis ain't from Turkey (Oh)
It comes straight from the French (Hey)
The fur coat is imported (What?), the back, it says Givench (Uh-huh)
Each finger nail a thousand (Huh), thousand British pounds (Ok)
My custom Gucci handbag (Yeah), I never put it down (Woah)
Diamonds on my sleeve (Ha-ha), Y2K, Murakami (Ah)
Aston Martin, DMV, pop my pussy on the seats (Yeah)
Extra large and extra hard
You know that's my favorite part (Ok)
Undress me, my body art
Your fantasy, the way I arch (Yeah)

(Bitch)



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