Oh my god, it's Smash!

Woof, woof, woof.

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Treat me like Whiteys don't do me dirty

You are literally so fucking beautiful, like, I love your makeup, I love your hair, I love your lashes, I love everything about you, even your nails, they are so cute.

Looks so good that it hurts You're a dime plus ninety-nine And it's a shame, don't even know what you're worth Everywhere you go, you stop and stare Cause you're bad and it shows From your head to your toes Out of control Baby, you know if I was your man Baby, you would never worry about what I do I'd be coming home, back to you Every night, doing you right You're the type of woman Says good things, says good things