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Baby, I'm so hype, hype to be where I are Is this what life taste, like caviar? That shit is some salty, salty, salty beluga But fuck, it feels so nice to be, fuck Baby, I'm so hype, hype to be where I are Is this what life taste, like caviar? That shit is some salty, salty, salty beluga But fuck, it feels so nice to be bourgeoisie, ah-ooh-ah It's risky business, mm For the biscuit, witness, sickness Tell bitches, "Keep distance" Social, vicious Do my make-up in the glass ceiling So pretty, nice feelin' Seen not hear, shit unstirred I do coke but I love the earth I don't choke on my surf and turf My conscience never had trouble I'm not the type who would meddle with the muggles JK, LOL, don't pop my bubble Or I'ma be real mad, real sad I'll cry, make you feel bad So sly, make you step back, make you wish that You would have learnt how to bitch fight Songtexte Baby, I'm so hype, hype to be where I are Is this what life taste, like caviar? That shit is some salty, salty, salty beluga But fuck, it feels so nice to be bourgeoisie, ah-ooh-ah Mm, I wanna TMI for the TMZ Trade D to C celebrity Trade all of me for vanity Subscribe to scientology, red carpet all my house Endangered species on my neck, you know what I'm about Credit score in the red, see this Prada? I keep bouncin' all my checks, that's just drama On the list for all events, nirvana Where the buffet? Where the fucking caviar-ar? Baby, I'm so hype, hype to be where I are Is this what life taste, like caviar? That shit is some salty, salty, salty beluga But fuck, it feels so nice to be bourgeoisie, ah-ooh-ah Baby, I'm so hype, hype to be where I are Is this what life taste, like caviar? That shit is some salty, salty, salty beluga But fuck, it feels so nice to be bourgeoisie, ah-ooh-ah Aus Songtexte Mania