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Yeah man this is for the models out here and shit
Like, if you model this one for you

Front of the magazine is where your face belong huh
Front of the magazine is where your face belong huh
Front of the magazine is where your face belong
Front of the magazine is where your face belong huh
Front of the magazine is where your face belong huh
Front of the magazine is where your face belong (Ouuu yeah)

She want be on vogue, imma get you on vogue (vogue yeah!)
My shawty, your story ain't going untold (Told, told!)
I'm liking your style, it's everything that you do
Baby you're cool, you should come chill with my crew
F all these haters, they be telling you stop (Telling you stop)
You gon' be on fader, you be getting to the top
Every single pic you take, waiting for that shit to drop
I know you listen to my music, every single song a bop
You a supermodel, fanta bottle
You just wanna chill, you just wanna cuddle
Five foot seven, or was it eleven
Hell of a girl, but you feel like heaven (Heaven!)

Front of the magazine is where your face belong huh (Face belong)
Front of the magazine is where your face belong huh (Face belong)
Front of the magazine is where your face belong
Front of the magazine is where your face belong huh (Face belong)
Front of the magazine is where your face belong huh (Face belong)
Front of the magazine is where your face belong

Front of the magazine is where your face belong huh (Where your face belong)
Front of the magazine is where your face belong huh
Front of the magazine is where your face belong

Hmmm awww ohhhhh