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met gala blow! - dom vallie lyrics

[intro]
aw, yeah
na*na*na*na
aw, yeah
aw, aw

[post*chorus]
black cars with pretty girls and black tar
track marks ain’t on her arms, they hiding scars
sorry, mama, i really ain’t wanna get involved
this kind of money, there ain’t nothing called “break the law”

[refrain]
rockstars the ones in charge, see for yourself
cop cars, we set on fire, gon’ burn ’em all
lost cause, i got lots of missed calls
label calling saying, “you so lucky you still got a job”
[verse]
but i’m the boss
i pay the costs, wage the wars
don’t say you’re sorry
just pay me more, where my money?
you can’t afford it?
what’s mine is yours, i’ll take it all
i can’t ignore it
my credit card got hunnid hunnids
nose running, guess you’d say she’s blessed
she got her high heels on, high at her drug test
and her daddy got more money she could ever spend
so she blow it all on blow so she can buy her a friend, d*mn

[chorus]
i wanna party with the movie stars
and do cocaine in the bathroom at the met, yeah
it don’t really matter who you are
if you wanna party, baby, we gon’ party ’til the death, yeah
take a breath, inhale all my cigarette smoke
out west, lots of powder in the restroom
i’m high, baby, i’ma party like the rest do
one, two, three, four lines lined on my dresser
[post*chorus]
black cars with pretty girls and black tar
track marks ain’t on her arms, they hiding scars
sorry, mama, i really ain’t wanna get involved
this kind of money, there ain’t nothing called “break the law”

- dom vallie lyrics

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