LETRANoirLana Del Rey

Ah, ah, ah-ah, ah
Ah, ah.

Walking is an art,
So is my body.
Papi is a workaholic,
I'm his little party.

I'm miss parlor-tricks,
Sips above the cardi,
I can make you dope, sick,
From the naughtiness.

He says ''who's the best?''
You is.

I'm glamorous! famous!
Notorious! dangerous!
But you're crazy!
(ah) i'm gonna leave you,
He said ''you're not a real girl,
You're like a cartoon,
All caught up in this fame game.
Yo, good luck, good luck,
Good luck!
May all the stars in the sky,
Bow down to you,
We're through.

You gotta be smart,
And i'm a little smarty,
Papi is a gangsta,
I'm his little dolly.

Party favour favourite,
Of them all he says,
Baby dolly's so sick,
Sick off your naughtiness.

Let's go to vegas,
He say ''who's the best?''
He said ''she is, she is,
But, yo, she crazy like in,
Every single way. ''

Like a hurricane,
You gotta get out of the way.
But she's hot, and she's cold,
And she's cool and she's golden,
She's full of rage like me,
And i like the game, yo.

'cause i'm glamorous! i'm famous!
Notorious! dangerous!
But i'm crazy, yo.
Glamorous! dangerous!
Notorious! but famous!
But i'm crazy.

He's gonna leave me,
He wants a real girl,
I'm like a cartoon,
All caught up in this fame game.
Yo, good luck, good luck,
He said ''we're through.''