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letra de high society girl - smash da man

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[verse 1: smash da man]
she’s high society, so she don’t bother with the ordinary
every night out with her turns out legen- wait for it-dary
’cause she keeps those bottles poppin’, infinite champagne flows
you go to parties, she’s the go-to partygirl and paid for
the wallet almost burstin’, the wardrobe’s always workin’
in her favor, that’s the flavor, paparazzis lurkin’
she’s flattenin’ them b-st-rds in that brand new bugatti
she’s travellin’ the planet, paris, london, abu dhabi
fashion is the essence, that’s where she feels home at
the mansion is fantastic, save the questions, yes she owns that
homie, don’t you know that, private jets are standard issue
i ain’t even mad but haters are so hand that man a tissue
jealousy is overwhelming, check in at the catwalk
walk a few feet, head to boutiquesho knew shopping’s that hard
matter fact those bags better be carried by a servant, y’all
shut up with those pick-up lines, she’s sick of ’em, she heard ’em all

[chorus: cherry tay]
i’m a high society girl, i’m a high society girl
i can’t max out my credit cards even if i tried
so tell me how much is the world
put it in a trophy room, next to my golden shoes
so much to choose, so much to choose
i’m a high society girl, i’m a high society girl

[verse 2: smash da man]
we’re actin’ up at high society spots, smackin’ waitresses
if you’re a groupie lookin’ for more, i put you on the waitin’ list
but i ain’t got the patience for these wasted tricks
it’s like i’m going through mental hospital patient lists
you know, maybe this, is exactly what i need
a fat paper stack and a big bag o’ weed
snacks and a few of them rides found in italy
buy so much designer, designers get sick o’ me
fly out to tokyo just to hit the arcade
find out just how all of our sneakers are made
barhoppin’ everynight, sober is a memory
got thrown out of every club ’cause they couldn’t handle me
why don’t you get mad at me, you keep comin’ wit questions
i keep on insultin’ you but you won’t stop ’til i bashed in
your f-ckin’ face with the aluminum bat
i’m not part of your society, i’m cooler than that

[chorus: cherry tay]
i’m a high society girl, i’m a high society girl
i can’t max out my credit cards even if i tried
so tell me how much is the world
put it in a trophy room, next to my golden shoes
so much to choose, so much to choose
i’m a high society girl, i’m a high society girl

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