| Yeah
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| Prada, Fendi, Gucci, Louis
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| Prada, Fendi, Gucci, Louis
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| Come on
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| Perfume, you’re trying too hard
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| That it’ll last, perfume
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| Perfume, you’re trying too hard
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| That it’ll last, perfume
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| High heels (You don’t need all that)
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| With them press-on nails (You don’t need all that)
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| I like your hair natural (You don’t need all that)
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| I love your body natural (You don’t need all that)
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| Uh
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| You shine even if you new on the cut
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| But you out here slippin', like you fool of the month
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| All up in the club, don’t know who you can trust
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| Man, I swear to God, girl, you be doin' too much
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| Perfume, you’re trying too hard
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| That it’ll last, perfume (You're tryin' too hard)
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| Perfume, you’re trying too hard
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| That it’ll last, perfume
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| Perfume, don’t make it so easy to pursue
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| It’s just a metaphor, perfume
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| We out here way out past your curfew
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| Patience a virtue
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| Uh, woo
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| A hundred years of impossible standards
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| Kardashians and the backup dancers
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| Instagram thots gettin' guap finances
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| «Gotta get the booty and some lip enhancers»
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| Honestly, there ain’t too much to know
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| You ain’t gotta plant a seed where there’s nothin' to grow
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| We don’t need production when there isn’t a show
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| You ain’t gotta take a selfie everywhere that we go
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| And I don’t wanna stop you from gettin' your shine on
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| But dressin' for a man that’s over concerned with his pythons
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| Way too much ice-on, spray tan,
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| And only got his eyes on your booty with tights on
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| -Ick
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| That’s kinda gross
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| I get stressed around people who be doin' the most, uh
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| I hope you don’t confuse the message and get mad at me
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| Honestly, I’m just try’na get you back to reality
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| High heels (You don’t need all that)
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| With them press-on nails (You don’t need all that)
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| I like your hair natural (You don’t need all that)
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| I love your body natural (You don’t need all that)
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| Uh
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| You shine even if you new on the cut
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| But you out here slippin', like you fool of the month
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| All up in the club, don’t know who you can trust
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| Man, I swear to God, girl, you be doin' too much
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| Perfume, you’re trying too hard
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| That it’ll last, perfume (You're tryin' too hard)
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| Perfume, you’re trying too hard
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| That it’ll last, perfume
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| Perfume, don’t make it so easy to pursue
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| It’s just a metaphor, perfume
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| We out here way out past your curfew
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| Patience a virtue
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| Woo
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| And man too if they ain’t actin' real
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| Two calf implants, man, that ain’t real
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| The spray tan homie, man, that ain’t real
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| The chain around ya neck, dawg, that ain’t real
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| Man, I don’t give a fuck how tough you is
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| Or somethin', somethin', somethin', 'bout your custom kicks
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| Or that other shit you said that I must’ve missed
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| You say you keep it real but you don’t know what it is
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| Too many selfies, goin' on
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| Something just don’t smell right
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| Girl, you ain’t foolin' me, ooh
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| Don’t make a fool of me, uh
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| With a chain around ya neck, dawg, that ain’t real
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| You know, so I guess what I’m tryna say is, you know
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| I don’t, I don’t need another cover, I’ve had enough covers
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| You know what I mean?
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| Maybe I have a low attention span or whatever
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| But I’m gonna need to read the book
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| You know what I mean, that’s where the best parts are anyways
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| You know, I like to get to know people
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| You know, this ain’t a swap meet, or a flea market and shit
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| You don’t need to sell me shit
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| You don’t need to sell me anything
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| Imperfect people are what I’m lookin' for anyways
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| Man, I don’t want the profile pic
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| Gimme that, gimme that real down to earth tagged pic
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| That’s what I’ma need, alright
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| Woo |