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LANA DEL REY
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Walking is an art, so is my body
Papi is a workaholic, I’m his little party
I’m his parlor tricks, sip-sip of/sips above Bacardi
I can make you dope, sick off of my naughtiness
He says, “Who the best?
You is.”

I’m glamorous, famous, notorious, dangerous
But you’re crazy
“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 gangster, I’m his little dolly
Party favor, favorite of them all
He says, “Baby doll is so sick,
Sick off your naughtiness.”

Let’s go to Vegas
They say, “Who the best?”
He said, “She is, she is
But, yo, she crazy, like in every in single way, like a hurricane
You gotta get out of your way
But she’s hot and she’s cold and she’s cool and she’s bold
And 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, and 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.”