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We're not in your buzz We're not in your fashion We don't get this close Running from your heaven I don't do what he does I only fuck with the archaic kind of fun You're a Chanel baby Being who you're not so freely You smell gold, don't keep me company I'm tellin' you, "just don't be with me" There's so much more to see than your diamonds, your rubies Chanel's sign is your fetish (fetish) It got stuck in your head like the music that radio plays Don't you see this shit's childish? Talkin' 'bout your fetish And all your friends are Chanel babies And their diamonds keep blindin' our faces They got them palaces We're dancing 'round our perfect places Hell yeah, poor little Chanel baby I'm not in your world I'm not in your villa I don't got any word Letras de cancionesI'm just running from ya I don't mess with you, girl I only fuck with the old type of utopia You're a Chanel baby Being who you're not so freely You smell gold, don't keep me company I'm tellin' you, "just don't be with me" There's so much more to see than your diamonds, your rubies Chanel's sign is your fetish (fetish) It got stuck in your head like the music that radio plays Don't you see this shit's childish? Talkin' 'bout your fetish And all your friends are Chanel babies And their diamonds keep blindin' our faces They got them palaces We're dancing 'round our perfect places Hell yeah, poor little Chanel baby Everything's strange when we're dancing in the backyard When there's no Grey Goose, Maybach, Chanel conversations Everything's strange when this ain't no easy, when you find it hard When there's no Grey Goose, Maybach, Chanel conversations Everything's better when you're not imitating that girl who keeps to say on repeat, "J'adore Dior" Well, I'm bored When there's no Grey Goose, jet planes, Paco Rabanne, goddamn Cadillac, Chanel conversations Yeah, I don't give two fuck 'bout your Hennessy You can keep on crying, poor little Chanel baby Chanel's sign is your fetish (fetish) It got stuck in your head like the music that radio plays Don't you see this shit's childish? Talkin' 'bout your fetish And all your friends are Chanel babies And their diamonds keep blindin' our faces They got them palaces We're dancing 'round our perfect places Hell yeah, poor little Chanel baby From Letras Mania