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Jazz Cartier - Glamorous lyrics

Artist: Jazz Cartier

album: The Fleur Print (Vol. 2)


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, shawty 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 (shit, shit)
Ayy, been around and she know all the tricks (she know all the tricks)
Ayy, got a bag and started moving sick (sick, sick)
Ayy, having flashbacks of the pussy, how can I forget? (Ooh)
Ayy, feelin' me?
Please don't gas me up, because you feelin' me, ooh
She dub these niggas 'cause they mini me's
Uh, this bitch so bad she makin' enemies
(What she wanna eat?) Breakfast at Tiffany's (uh-huh), ooh
I wake up and have epiphanies
Don'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, shawty 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 (been that bitch)
You say that you wanna see me shake it on the camera
Well, I'ma need that private jet from LAX to Canada (LAX to Canada)
Only thing that's pressed on me is my press-ons (okay)
If you ain't cut no check for me, you can get gone (goodbye)
Tryna to keep up with my bitches, you need stamina
Got them hoes hatin' 'cause we glamorous (woo)
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, shawty 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)

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