Rip Off

Momma

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    I always fall for a whiskey shot
    If you pick up the tab
    You can take me back
    I wanna be your next big thing
    Did you tell your boss?
    That you're gonna be

    A rip-off
    I'm waiting for your call
    I've got what you want
    Now you're singing along to my song
    A rip-off

    I rolled the dice, you played me right
    I made the grade the American way
    Coyote Club, my local pub
    I let you have your way, and you played it like a champ

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    A rip-off
    I'm waiting for your call
    I've got what you want
    Now you're singing along to my song
    A rip-off

    And I'll be, I'll be a household name
    (I'll get big, I'll take off)
    You got my picture 'cause it's hard to escape
    (I'll get big, I'll take off)
    They'll know my name in every home across the States
    (I'll get big, I'll take off)
    You'll see my face

    A rip-off
    I'm waiting for your call
    I've got what you want
    Now you're singing along to my song
    A rip-off

    A rip-off
    I'm waiting for your call
    I've got what you want
    Now you're singing along to my song
    A rip-off

    Song details

    Composition: Etta Friedman, Allegra Shay Weingarten, Zachary Capittifenton, and Aron Kiyoshi Kobayashi Ritch

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