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Bling Ring


 

Béyonce you wish you were me,

Strutting in my Luis V.

You think you're as bad as can be,

But hey I got my Céline with me.

 

Paris made, London born,

Baby got that foreign form.

Work all day, dance all night,

These tags are worth a fight.

 

I've done the board walk,

I've done the cat walk,

Parada, Gucci, Chanel too.

Girl you know that's how we do.

 

Feline, Celine, line it up.

Got it, flaunt it, turn it up.

Better then your average bag,

Baby believe that pricey tag.

 

Time goes by, but I never age,

I will always be the fashion rage.

Buy me now if you got the cash,

Because this love will always last.

 

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