Lyrics:
what it seems, everybody wanna be seen
On the cover of a magazine
Everybody want big things
Everybody want big dreams
Everybody want bling bling
Take a look at the magazine
At the fabulous cover queen
What a pretty girl
In a perfect world,
She is all a lady should be
I'm so keen for my
pistol
She ain't got my magazine
Run for cover, girl, run for cover
She's the kinda thing
I was warned of by my mother
Automatic lover
Automatic
strong
Forever young but grown
Run to the money I'm gone
By any means if it's right or wrong
Clouds cover the skies on the Northside
City lights hit
that you have in this world, a little girl?
And I put that on her, when this is all over
I would never try to make her a star and eat off her
I don't
. It had Elvis on the cover, it had an article inside it didn't say who it was written by. Closer inspection I noticed Albert Goldman was still writing
chicks don't wanna fuck with me
Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
You know him well by the name of Jigga
gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"You know him well" "by the name of Jigga"
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"You can love me
Girl how did the time go by
I shed a few tears last night
Damn, girl how did the time go by
It feels just yesterday
We crossed paths for the very
Just cause I want it
I'm super cool Super hot
Living like a rock star
You think I'm super
You think I'm super
On the cover of your magazine
Wherever I
I'm a make you flatline
Shawty bad then a mutha
Look like a magazine cover
Wanna explore you down under
Scuba dive under your covers
You looking good
in the school systems
Look at all these pictures on the covers of famous magazines
A good looking super model is the first thing that the reader ever
looks, shout out to all the magazines showin' me love, holdin' me down
(Nakid) Especially The Fader, gave my first cover, (Samsil), shout to Billboard,
legend like Pee Wee at the Rucker's (uh huh)
I was raised outta Queens
But rap kept me off of the cover of Fed's magazine
Put me in a Gulf Stream
the cover of the rolling stone girl,
tell me the truth,
And you look like shit, but don't you ever change,
when they pretty you up for the magazine spread,
She was the finest lookin' woman, that I've ever seen
Looked like she stepped right off the cover of a glamour magazine
I've never seen a girl like
on the front
Of a motherfucking magazine, yeah
On the front of a cover
And you was talking shit about
Puff back in the days
About being on covers and shit
Nigga,
You walk by the magazines
Sitting on the rack at the CVS
One more sad movie star divorce
Three hundred died in an airplane wreck
And you think
I only been blessed
with gorgeous tits, yes, here they are!
Here thay are, You've read about them
in people magazine, they were featured
Everybody's checkin' out the glossy magazines
Madonna, Diana, you know the whole scene
The cover girls, the centerfolds and every movie star
And all those
the Dungarees
Niggaz hate life, I love the world
Got hood bitches, down to cover girls
Check the magazines, I'm on the cover girl
Makin' ma mad, girl sick, brotha
God, I wish somebody would've told me
When I was younger that all bodies aren't the same
Photoshop, itty bitty models on magazine covers
Told me I
flying cross the world
Trying different drugs and girls
By time you hear this
I'll be flying cross the world
Trying different drugs and girls
Wake up
Baby girl, you look like something
Off a magazine cover
Why don't we duck off from the spot
Leave out the back with each other
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