Correction Lyrics Glamorous by Jazz Cartier

Featuring(s) : Kari Faux

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[Intro]
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

[Chorus: Jazz Cartier]
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, shorty 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)

[Verse 1: Jazz Cartier]
Shawty the shit, uh
Been around and she know all the tricks
Ayy, got a bag and started moving sick
Having flashbacks of the pussy, how can I forget?
Ayy, feelin' me?
Plеase don't gas me up becausе you feelin' me, ooh
She dub these niggas 'cause they mini me's
This bitch so bad she makin' enemies
(What she wanna eat?) Breakfast at Tiffanys, 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

[Verse 2: Kari Faux]
I'ma leave ya side just to pop my shit
Why these bitches mad? Oh, 'cause I been that bitch
He say that he wanna see me shake it on the camera
But I'ma need that private jet from LAX to Canada
Only thing that's pressed on me is my press-ons
He ain't got no check for me, you can get gone
Try to keep up with my bitches, you need stamina
Got them hoes hatin' 'cause we glamorous

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