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kesha - tabloid lyrics

[verse 1]
alright, got a brand new ass and a brand new man
and i crashed my fancy car
i’m pouring one’s prayer drinkin’ on the red
getting kicked out of the bar
i ain’t stupid, i ain’t dumb
me and my girls are havin’ fun
i get f+cked up hangin’ with my posse
just not in front of the paparazzi

[pre+chorus]
they need sh+t to say
what’s on the cover today?
they need sh+t to say
what’s on the cover today?
[chorus]
in the tabloid magazine
oh my lordy, did y’all read?
they got cellulite and a nappy weave
’cause sometimes i smoke a little bit of the weed
in the tabloid magazine
they got red lipstick on my t++th
get drunk and cause a scene
don’t believe everything you read

[post+chorus]
don’t believe everything you read
don’t believe everything you read
in the tabloid magazine
don’t believe everything you read

[verse 2]
alright, breakin’ news, i forgot my shoes
and i’m squattin’ in the street
but the 7+11 ain’t got a pot i can p+ss in
and a homegirl’s gotta pee
ufos came last week, the aliens abducted me
they beamed me up and they sn+tched my body
and now i’m the head of the illuminati (shh)

[pre+chorus]
they need sh+t to say
what’s on the cover today?
they need sh+t to say
what’s on the cover today?
[chorus]
tabloid magazine
oh my lordy, did y’all read?
they got cellulite and a nappy weave
’cause sometimes i smoke a little bit of the weed
in the tabloid magazine
they got red lipstick on my t++th
get drunk and cause a scene
don’t believe everything you read

[post+chorus]
don’t believe everything you read
(don’t believe it!)
don’t believe everything you read
in the tabloid magazine
don’t believe everything you read

[bridge]
uh, alright, drew turn me up
and let’s break it down, huh
woo, ah, woo, woo, whoa, woo oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
(extra, extra, read all about it)
y’all are try’na catch me on my baddest behaviour
(extra, extra, read all about it)
yeah, so you can sell more of those magazines
(extra, extra, read all about it)
i ain’t try’na hide my wild side
(extra, extra, read all about it)
so, get out your motherf+cking camera phones
[chorus]
for the tabloid magazine
oh my lordy, did y’all read?
they got cellulite and a nappy weave
’cause sometimes i smoke a little bit of the weed
in the tabloid magazine
they got red lipstick on my t++th
get drunk and cause a scene
don’t believe everything you read

[post+chorus]
don’t believe everything you read
don’t believe everything you read
in the tabloid magazine
don’t believe everything you read

- kesha lyrics

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