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Cinnamon breath scorches her cigarette She had a benz take her straight from her flat to lafayette Couldn't forget the look of her silhouette In all black with a little red roulette An independent woman, no ones seen her bedroom No getting in the way of her agenda or schedules Cuz lifes one big appointment With no boyfriend she can’t be disappointed She thinks its all pointless, she spits fire and poison When you know that you’re royal you ignore all other voices But i’ll make mine cut through And ill show her exactly what I’ve been up to I’ve seen a lot, all seas every dock Every mountain, every top, all cities all stops Cause she a trust fund baby Ain’t never work a day in her life After one night bringin’ that home with me Might have to make her my wife Cause she a trustfund baby Walking around with her nose in the air Got those high heels on Spending Daddy’s credit card I’m hoping I can have her share Nothing but designer on so everyone can read her Letras de cancionesAlways had her clique on her side, a lying leader Don’t act thirsty, excited or eager Been there, done that, London, loved that Other peoples secrets come from in between her lips Chanel around the wrist, can tell she’s used to it She’s a certified master of a spiteful craft Imma let her walk down that psychopath Plenty bad habits, never thinks about it Always acts dramatic, lives to be distracted B attitude provides attraction, slain another dragon Hate it or love it let it happen Needs a partner in crime girl lets conquer manhattan Cause she a trust fund baby Ain’t never work a day in her life After one night bringin’ that home with me Might have to make her my wife Cause she a trustfund baby Walking around with her nose in the air Got those high heels on Spending Daddy’s credit card I’m hoping I can have her share From Letras Mania