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Shopping for labels, shopping for love
Manolo and Louis, it’s all I’m thinking of
Shopping for labels, shopping for love
Manolo and Louis, it’s all I’m thinking of

I already know what my addiction is
I be looking for labels, I ain’t looking for love
I shop for purses while I walk out the door
Don’t cry, buy a bag and then get over it
And, I’m not concerned with all the politics
It’s a lot of men I know I could find another one.

What I know is that I’m always happy
When I walk out the store, store
I’m guessing Supercalifragi-sexy,
Nothing to be playing with
I love him, hate him, kiss him, diss him,
Tryna to walk a mile in my kicks

Love’s like a runway but which one do I love more
No emotional baggage, just big bags filled with Dior
Love’s like a runway, so what’s all the fussing for
Let’s stop chasing them boys and shop some more

I know I might come off as negative
I be looking for labels,
I ain’t looking for love
Relationships are often so hard to tame
A Prada dress has never broken my heart before

And, ballin’s something that I’m fed up with
I’mma do the damn thing, watch me do the damn thing
Cause I know that my credit card
Will help me put out the flames
I’m guessing Supercalifragi-sexy,
Nothing to be playing with
I love him, hate him, kiss him, diss him,
Tryna to walk a mile in my kicks

Gucci, Fendi, Prada purses,
Purchasing them finer things
Men they come a dime a dozen,
Just give me them diamond rings
I’m into a lot of bling,
Cadallic, Chanel and Coach
Fellas boast but they can’t really
Handle my female approach
Buying things is hard to say
Rocking Christian Audigier, Manolo,
Polo, taking photos in my Cartier
So we can’t go all the way,
I know you might hate it but
I’mma shop for labels while them ladies lay and wait for love



Labels or Love, Fergie





the greatest thing you'll ever learn,
is to love and be loved.


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Wednesday, January 09, 2008 ( 3:55 PM )



KNN CHEEBYE.
sometimes you look at the world and you see it pass by you,
but you'd never in your whole life think that while you were looking at the world,
a truck would run you over like a piece of shittasting pancake.


yes i feel like killing her. i really do.
WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!
YOU GOT NO WHERE ELSE TO FUCK IS IT!
IF I SEE YOUR FUCKING FACE AGAIN I TELL YOU I WILL BREAK YOUR HEAD WITH THE NEAREST FIRE EXTINGUISHER.


and i am NOT exaggerating.


i could list down the things i would love to do to you right now.
maybe, i could cut your skin open with a pencil tipped with hot needles.
or, i could slice it instead, with a pizza cutter whatever the fuck you call it.
hmmm, perhaps i should push you off the 15th storey.
no la, that's too soft - try dunking your head into boiling water.
ah, pluck your hair off chunk by chunk with a D&T clamp.
if that's too cruel i could do the chinese torture thing and tie your hands, feet and arms with rope to horses and get them to rip your wasted bloody soul into 5 bloody fucking smelly parts. except i would not employ horses, but frightened elephants on a rampage so maybe they would crush your body along the way too ^^.
or possibly squeeze glass shards into your ears.
and even into your eyes.
oh! i could break your nose with a frying pan that's heated with burning butter.
or or! BUY PINK MANICURED NAILS FROM DAISO AND POKE THEM ONE BY ONE INTO YOUR EYES AND CREATE A PINK FLOWER :)



and i am not kidding around.

if i see you and am within arm's reach of your fucking head,
i will twist it off your neck.



:)