[Chorus]
Hit that pose, take that flick
Check your angle, post that shit
Hit that pose, take that flick
Check your angle, post that shit
Hit that pose, take that flick
Check your angle, post that shit
Hit that pose, take that flick
Check your angle, post that shit
[Verse 1]
My bitch will get on the ground
Just to make sure the light is found
The way she make them angles hit
She like Bill Cunningham with that shit
I mean that shot
Richard Avedon, to make me look like a don, I got
So many pieces, bitch why not?
Have me a photoshoot right on the block
I put two lanes on gridlock
So I could sit in a fierce squat
Spent big money on a wristwatch
Highlighter on tip-top
Catch me in midair (Click)
They only made two pairs (Click)
Get into this hair (Click)
I do this shit with flair, bitch
[Chorus]
Hit that pose, take that flick
Check your angle, post that shit
Hit that pose, take that flick
Check your angle, post that shit
Hit that pose, take that flick
Check your angle, post that shit
Hit that pose, take that flick
Check your angle, post that shit, uh
[Post-Chorus]
Galliano, I'm in Galliano, bitch
Photo me pronto, I'm in Galliano, uh
Galliano, I'm in Galliano, bitch
Photo me pronto, I'm in Galliano, uh
[Verse 2]
Fee-fi-fo-fum
Grab your lens 'cause here she comes
Frame by frame, glossy lips
Must I remind you I'm that bitch?
Elongated, sophisticated
Covergirl, bitch, we made it
Every feature soft to the touch
I make all your boyfriends blush
Then I let them have it
As I sit in custom fabric
They say you are what you eat
So I wear carats and make cabbage, uh
Andrew Dosunmu, make me pretty in my Miu Miu
Now serving, come and grab it
Tanjee banjee just like NuNu, uh
[Chorus]
Hit that pose, take that flick
Check your angle, post that shit
Hit that pose, take that flick
Check your angle, post that shit
Hit that pose, take that flick
Check your angle, post that shit
Hit that pose, take that flick
Check your angle, post that shit, uh
[Post-Chorus]
I'm in Mugler, I'm sitting in Mugler
Bitch, tape down your toupee, I'm sitting in Mugler, uh
I'm in Mugler, I'm sitting in Mugler
Bitch, tape down your toupee, I'm sitting in Mugler, uh
[Verse 3]
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
I'm Herb Ritts with the shit
Go on, Diddy, crop that bitch
Annie Leibovitz
Go on, Diddy, crop that bitch
I'm Herb Ritts with the shit (Uh-huh)
Go on, Diddy, crop that bitch (Uh)
Annie Leibovitz
Go on, Diddy, crop that, uh
[Chorus]
Hit that pose, take that flick
Check your angle, post that shit
Hit that pose, take that flick
Check your angle, post that shit
Hit that pose, take that flick
Check your angle, post that shit
Hit that pose, take that flick
Check your angle, post that shit, uh
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