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    We like boys, we like cars
    We like looking like we stars
    We so fly, we so far
    We leave that other shit at Mars

    All my chicks, with your hips
    Make them heads flick flick
    Make the camera man ignore the rest and click click

    All all these dirty nasty girls
    Give us dirty nasty looks
    Push me over trying to run to the spotlight

    Got got her hooker heels on
    got acrylics diamond thong
    I can look the same
    Now what she had on last night

    Hot mess, hot hot mess
    She's a hot mess
    Hot mess, hot hot mess
    Jocking on my hot mess

    Hot mess, hot hot mess
    She's a hot mess
    Hot mess, hot hot mess
    Jocking on my hot mess
    Louboutin Louboutin
    All the red you painted on
    I can tell, fake Chanel
    We can see that double L

    On the floor, she's a whore
    Shirt so tight it's just a bra
    Bending over for the world to see your coin slot

    In in the back seat of the car
    Getting kicked out of the bar
    Throwing up all on your best friend's new purse

    Girl girl you thought he loves you now
    Cuz he bought a couple of rounds
    When he left your house he didn't leave his number

    Hot mess, hot hot mess
    She's a hot mess
    Hot mess, hot hot mess
    Jocking on my hot mess

    Hot mess, hot hot mess
    She's a hot mess
    Hot mess, hot hot mess
    Jocking on my hot mess

    I'm not the kind of girl getting dressed in the dark
    I've got a mirror in my purse and a fog on my arm
    I'll be exclusive for my Gucci, but a whore for Dior
    It's not the labels or the tables, but how we got it all

    No this ain't fashion week
    I can let my clothe and my actions speak
    Straw Carabella and my coat Margiela
    Don't look at the weather
    Just whether I see my face on TV
    next time maybe

    Girls cold their eye cuz they so mad
    I could look fresh in a potato sack
    Tell me what kind of chapeau is that
    Que c'est sa vie?
    How they say in France
    when I'm walking past

    Shirt so hot, shoes so hot
    Talk to me babe, show me what you got
    Walk for me babe, show me what you got

    That shirt so hot, shoes so hot
    Talk to me babe, show me what you got
    Walk for me babe, show me what you got
    Show me what you got got got

    Hot mess, hot hot mess
    She's a hot mess
    Hot mess, hot hot hot mess
    Jocking on my hot mess

    Hot mess, hot hot mess
    She's a hot mess
    Hot mess, hot hot hot mess
    Jocking on my hot mess

    Hot mess, hot hot mess
    She's a hot mess
    Hot mess, hot hot hot mess
    Jocking on my hot mess

    Hot mess, hot hot mess
    She's a hot mess
    Hot mess, hot hot hot mess
    Jocking on my hot mess

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