Letra de Noir

Ah, ah, ah-ah, ah Ah, ah Walking is an art So is my body Papi is a workaholic I'm his little party I'm miss parlor-tricks Sips above the cardi I can make you dope, sick From the naughtiness He says who's the best? You is I'm glamorous! Famous! Notorious! Dangerous! But you're crazy! (Ah) I'm gonna leave you He said you're not a real girl You're like a cartoon All caught up in this fame game Yo, good luck, good luck Good luck! May all the stars in the sky Bow down to you We're through You gotta be smart And I'm a little smarty Papi is a gangsta I'm his little dolly Party favour favourite Of them all he says Baby dolly's so sick Sick off your naughtiness Let's go to vegas He say who's the best? He said she is, she is But, yo, she crazy like in Every single way Like a hurricane You gotta get out of the way But she's hot, and she's cold And she's cool and she's golden She's full of rage like me And I like the game, yo 'Cause I'm glamorous! I'm famous! Notorious! Dangerous! But I'm crazy, yo Glamorous! Dangerous! Notorious! But famous! But I'm crazy He's gonna leave me He wants a real girl I'm like a cartoon All caught up in this fame game Yo, good luck, good luck He said we're through