paroles de chanson BRITNEY BITCH - BLACKSTARKIDS

Lately I've been feeling like a pop star
Nails done, Catwoman with the cat claws (yeah!)
I no longer drive race cars
Realized I need a space ship to be a superstar (zoom!)
I wanna live like Britney
Dye my hair blonde, wear clothes that don't fit me (bitch!)
Or, maybe I can be Fergie
Big girls don't cry but I'll cry if you hurt me

Actually I wanna be Gwen Stefani
Hollaback at the boys, no doubt they'll be on me (where the boys at?)
Live the life of the party
New age icon, going up, you can't stop me

If you need a friend you can call me
But hurry up don't stall me
So we can live life like Britney, bitch!
In a lavish house 'cause we're filthy rich

If you need a friend you can call me
But hurry up don't stall me
So we can live life like Britney, bitch!
In a lavish house 'cause we're filthy rich

Cruisin' down Chicago
I just won the lotto
I might whip out the Tesla, only drive that bitch on auto (yo!)
Flyin' down the highway, I do what I say
Somebody get their girl, she hit me up on Myspace
And I seen Gabe and Ty whippin' in the Beemer
You peel off, I tell what means, got me feelin' like a fever
Then we ball out 'til we fall down on the floor
Just crashed on my car so I bought me some more (whoo!)

You look like just my type
Would it be a crime to ask what you're doing tonight? (Call me)
I think it'd be a crime if it's not with me
I know we just met but it's meant to be (because)
By day I'm a pop star
Shows, I'm a rock star
Skateboard Pete, catch me standing on the cop car
Full-blown heartthrob, but you probably knew that
Usually more humble, tonight I had to cool that

Do I want our love to grow? (Duh!)
Am I gonna stress it though? (Uh)
Probably not
If you're down let me know
You can pick the place and the time and I'll go

If you need a friend you can call me
But hurry up don't stall me
So we can live life like Britney, bitch!
In a lavish house 'cause we're filthy rich

If you need a friend you can call me
But hurry up don't stall me
So we can live life like Britney, bitch!
In a lavish house 'cause we're filthy rich

A word of advice, stop kissing on campus
It's like tacky and tasteless
Not everybody wants to see that