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Fingertips in the shape of a gun
Raise it up to your heart, pow, done
Ruby lips pop pink bubblegum
Bye-bye baby, bye-bye sun
I'm Lana Del Rey from the U.S. of A.
Godfather ordered up a hit from the grave
You know why I'm here so I'm not gonna say
Fucking up your life in every possible way
‘Cause criminals run, yeah the criminals run
Criminals run the world
Criminals run, yeah the criminals run
Criminals run the world
Black bra, red dress, makeup on
I'm the new politician
It ain't rock but you done rolled
Bye-bye baby, loser, I won
Lana Del Rey from the U.S. of A.
A figment of your imagination
Criminals run, yeah the criminals run
Criminals run the world
Criminals run, yeah the criminals run
Criminals run the world
All my boys, raise your voice, let me hear it
L. Del Rey yay, wanna hear you cheer it
Criminals run, yeah, the criminals run
Criminals run the world
We're in the future now
You can't be weak
Technology and money
You have live life deadly
Criminals run, yeah the criminals run
Criminals run the world
Criminals run, yeah the criminals run
Criminals run the world
All my boys, raise your voice, let me hear it
L. Del Rey yay, wanna hear you cheer it
Criminals run, yeah the criminals run
Criminals run the world
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