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I've seen the devil Down sunset, in every place, in every face Yeah, yeah Tell me, do you see her? She's livin' her life Even if she acts like she don't want the limelight But if you knew her, yeah, she lives a lie She calls the paparazzi, then she acts surprised Oh, ooh, I know what she needs, oh-oh She just want the fame, I know what she fiends, oh-oh Give her a little taste, running back to me, oh-oh Put it in her veins, pray her soul to keep, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Every night (every night) she prays to the sky Flashing lights is all she ever wants to see Begging on her knees to be popular That's her dream to be popular Kill anyone to be popular Sell her soul to be popular Popular, just to be popular, uh-huh Everybody scream 'cause she popular She mainstream 'cause she popular Never be free 'cause she popular Money on top of me, money on top of her, uh-huh Money on top of me, money on top of her, uh-huh Shawty fuck with me 'cause she know I'm popular, uh-huh Shawty fuck with me 'cause she know I'm popular I know that you see me