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I'm a glamorous ass bitch, my nigga This pussy glamorous, my weave is glamorous Hey, I'm really Rich Stop fuckin' playin' with me Yeah-yeah She put on a show for the camera (For the camera) Titties poppin' out like she Pamela (Like she Pamela) Even when she dressed down, shorty scandalous (Ooh) Okay, okay, she no Fergie, but she G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S G4, G5, G6, board the jet (Okay) Don't got bags to check (Okay) Spend these extra racks (Okay) Shawty the shit, uh Been around and she know all the tricks Ayy, got a bag and started moving sick Having flashbacks of the pussy, how can I forget? Ayy, feelin' me? Plеase don't gas me up becausе you feelin' me, ooh She dub these niggas 'cause they mini me's This bitch so bad she makin' enemies (What she wanna eat?) Breakfast at Tiffanys, ooh I wake up and have epiphanies Letras de cancionesDon't pop no shit when we on Hennessy, uh She'll beat that ass and won't have to do a dash when she lit She put on a show for the camera (For the camera) Titties poppin' out like she Pamela (Like she Pamela) Even when she dressed down, shorty scandalous (Ooh) Okay, okay, she no Fergie, but she G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S G4, G5, G6, board the jet (Okay) Don't got bags to check (Okay) Spend these extra racks (Okay) I'ma leave ya side just to pop my shit Why these bitches mad? Oh, 'cause I been that bitch He say that he wanna see me shake it on the camera But I'ma need that private jet from LAX to Canada Only thing that's pressed on me is my press-ons He ain't got no check for me, you can get gone Try to keep up with my bitches, you need stamina Got them hoes hatin' 'cause we glamorous She put on a show for the camera (For the camera) Titties poppin' out like she Pamela (Like she Pamela) Even when she dressed down, shorty scandalous (Ooh) Okay, okay, she no Fergie, but she G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S G4, G5, G6, board the jet (Okay) Don't got bags to check (Okay) Spend these extra racks (Okay) From Letras Mania