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Welcome to the show Fuck all these hoes All my real ones know How deep it goes Mirrors and the smoke (Ah) Want you to choke (Ah) Just because it glitters (Ah) Don't make it gold (Ah) What's the matter with you, baby? Don't you wanna be famous? Won't you sign your name on the contract? Mmm, yeah, put you in a fast car Put you on the big charts Help us out and stir up some drama Now she's always alone Second line, second phone All the cash was a loan And all the master they own Welcome to the show (Oh, yeah, yeah) (Ah) Fuck all these hoes (Fuck all these hoes) (Ah) All my real ones know (All my real ones know) (Ah) How deep it goes (How deep, how deep) (Ah) Mirrors and the smoke (Oohh) (Ah) SongtexteWant you to choke (Want you to choke) (Ah) Just because it glitters (Ah) Don't make it gold (Gold, gold) (Ah) Aaahhh, aaahhh Baby, get yo shit together (Together) Hope this album's better (Hope it's better) We just need a hit like your last one (We just need a...) Mmm yeah, get that big producer Get that manager Scooter (Ah) Maybe just consider the implants (Please consider it) If you don't it's alright (It's okay, baby) It didn't sell, but we tried (We did our best) See your hype sorta’ died We took the next bitch in line Welcome to the show (Ah) Fuck all these hoes (Fuck all these hoes) All my real ones know (Ah) How deep it goes (How deep it goes) (Ah) Mirrors and the smoke (Ah) Want you to choke (Ah) Just because it glitters (Ah) Don't make it gold (Ah) Aaahhh, aaahhh Oooh Oh, ooh oh Welcome to the show Aus Songtexte Mania