90210 - Zombie!

And she throws up whatever she eats She leave the bathroom wit a nose bleed Regular girl, Celebrity dreams She is...(90210) She live her whole life like tv And she would do anything for everything Regular girl, Celebrity dreams She is...(90210) Ms. Rodeo, tell me where your day go Part-time waitress she really wanna make it In the "City of Lights", it's hard to see clear She don't really care about anyone advice Nothing here's real, and everyone's alike Cause everyone dreams of the millionaire's life She barely eats at all, if she do she eats light Indulging a meal when a toilets in sight Expose those fries, can't hold those down To be seven pounds, you must release several pounds This is Heaven on Hell This is how she wanna live She ain't really trippin', she's on Beverly Hills And she throws up whatever she eats She leave the bathroom wit a nose bleed Regular girl, Celebrity dreams She is...(90210) She live her whole life like tv And she would do anything for everything Regular girl, Celebrity dreams She is...(90210) Just another day out in Beverly Hills She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still Believing the screens or anything there But reality shows ain't real So pretentious with no potential She goes to catch up, although her rents up In her defense-she part of the crowd She gonna borrow some money So she can party at Chows It's apart of her goal It's all she knows Graduated from rosay, addicted to blow Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow So she kisses the stars And gives them a blow After every show, a dream she hold Inhibition is gone, she just wanna be known She wanna be know, she just wanna be known Pulling down her skirt "I never done this before", Nah And she throws up whatever she eats She leave the bathroom wit a nose bleed Regular girl, Celebrity dreams She is...(90210) She live her whole life like tv And she would do anything for everything Regular girl, Celebrity dreams She is...(90210) You know big-breast girls Never ever pay rent They meet the Rich Boys Throw D's on that Bitch Lease on The Whip Beach on the weekend Hotel suite, room keys is a gift Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger Now you just a whore to the male entertainers Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick The sun's always out But It's clouds over here Look, cocaine addiction, apartment eviction To add to the list of Beverly Hills victims Hold on you can see my vision Next to you let down on a nigga And she throws up whatever she eats She leave the bathroom wit a nose bleed Regular girl, Celebrity dreams She is...(90210) She live her whole life like tv And she do anything for everything Regular girl, Celebrity dreams She is...(90210)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, yeah What are you yellin' for? You're screaming out Your lungs all day and night I can't control a girl like you And she need a Saturday away from home to drink more champagne I can't mold a girl like you In all designer to remind her You can't buy her, just her clothes, no Can't define her, can't design her In the 90210 Oh, oh, ooh-ooh Yeah, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah What are you yellin' for? You're screaming out your lungs All day and night I can't control a girl like you And she need a Saturday away from home to drink more champagne I can't mold a girl like you In all designer to remind ya You can't buy her, just her clothes, no Can't define her, can't design her In the 90210 The 90210 The 90210 Yeah Reverb on guitar plucks Cigarettes and Starbucks And her line of credit's high High as the line gets her that her credit card cuts So in love with the scene So in love with being seen Probably it's time to intervene But she doesn't care, so she keep the party goin' in the meantime 'Til it's all over, she can't rewind If she gets a fix then she's fine I should probably hit her with the peace sign I'm fallin' for it each time Yeah, oh yeah Oh, oh Yeah, yeah And I can't find her, I can't find her In the 90210 The 90210 And I can't find her, I can't find her In the 90210 The 90120

She wanna suck on this dick, while I'm good in the hill I just need a lil' space Now got the crib for the dawgs where we live at We wake up record our place Fix up your grin, fix up your drip Baby girl, fix up your face B.O.B 2, if I get mad, Ryda gon' dirty the place Never gon' dirty my name Look in the back all these 30's insane City to city, they screamin' my name All of this hype, I'm still feelin' my pain Fuck all that shit, I'm still missin' my mains If I wasn't rappin', it'll probably be grains Opps on the flight, they we go get the plane Jet, jet Yeah, we take that shit up the sky We pop up like hello and then bye I'm havin' the time of my life Made a transition, yeah I made it in wrappin' up white I still got a ho on the side You don't catch me outside, said she need guy You can't beat me, I got too much pride You can't see me, got tints on the ride You wanna slide then nigga just slide She fuck up my guys or it's bye They talk, yeah, I know it's a lie Don't ever compare me to him Fuck my opps doin' better than him I fuck her then I switch up my sim She wanna suck on this dick, while I'm good in the hill I just need a lil' space Now got the crib for the dawgs where we live at We wake up record our place Fix up your grin, fix up your drip Baby girl, fix up your face B.O.B 2, if I get mad Ryda gon' dirty the place Never gon' dirty my name Look in the back all these 30's insane City to city, they screamin' my name All of this hype, I'm still feelin' my pain Fuck all that shit, I'm still missin' my mains If I wasn't rappin', it'll probably be grains Opps on the flight then we go get the plane Jet, jet (She want) she want a new Patek, she wanna know how it felt She wanna fuck 'cause of Bob, hot boy, I make that pussy melt Fucked her, I don't tell no one or five, I fucked her I left that bitch on read, I'm a trap boy I take that cheque instead She a fuck girl, she took the Perc' instead I'ma kiss her, Ryda got the glizzy, gang I'm with Nike, I gotta wear Nike I'm wit' Ryda, I dare 'em come try me Man, I'm so major, I don't even need no man I would go there, but I ain't tryna see no fan I loved her, but I ain't tryna be that man I'm an asshole, I leave her for the other man Put hits on mans, I don't use my hands, I didn't Y'all man, you're fuckin' lit now You're so fuckin' joke now Fuck you