PAPARAZZI!

Lyrics for PAPARAZZI!

Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (Haha, I hate you, BROKIE, I hate you), Yeah Paparazzi glass, and they last my shades Flippin' my finger up, bitch, go away Rappers on Twitter just throwin' out hate Th-these niggas mad 'cause they ain't gettin' play Creep in the night with the mask in, okay Pop out the box, yeah, that shit snake played What about my second dish at my place He try to try, but he clutchin' a fake Paparazzi chasin' down wit' a Tweet Pull up geeked off that 'xotic I got from the street Fuck a dispensary, bitch, I smoke off the tree You can't find you a tranny that's hotter than me In the stew of my bitches, she rockin' them G's You don't got you a bitch, you don't know what I mean (dam-dammit) Shoot an opp, I hit everything green Paparazzi, it turn to a gig Miracle, I been in the cut Rappers be talking, but ain't did enough How this bitch movin' like I fell in love? She must fuck other, don't just try to Fuck other, don't just try to crush I put a dick in your queen like a slut (say what?) Bitch talkin', I'm poppin' like puss I ask in my money like shadows of a plane I made that accent wax, huh, new cash New racks and I blow out, back in them thwacks She love how I do it I'm in college, but my nigga stubborn I don't love it, lil' bitch, I ain't killin' it Baby talk on the neck, oh, I'm proud of it I be pushin' that whip, I ain't cruisin' I got me a flick, I'ma shut it Charlie, my double cut, hoes tryna double up My bitch, we're reppin' mental, huh Caught this Shinelli back, fuck it, they hella mad Okay, they mad over who, huh I'm in the GTR, run it back, VCR How come they mad in they mood, huh? See when I stay at my place, girl, your shit must be laced I don't mean to be rude, but, huh Gone home, tryna count my money, see it funny Boy, you red in the face No, it's money, tryna find my lyrics You ain't finna find nothing Every bitch wanna fuck me On the trans, lil' hoodie like, huh? Clean record, but the guac stay dirty, dot, dot While my honey keep it strapped Lil' buddy sit muddy, muddy, muddy And it tastes real yummy Rainbows on my tummy, high So check me, bitch, what? Paparazzi glass, and they last my shades Flippin' my finger up, bitch, go away Rappers on Twitter just throwin' out hate Th-these niggas mad 'cause they ain't gettin' play Creep in the night with the mask in, okay Pop out the box, yeah, that shit snake played What about my second dish at my place He try to try, but he clutchin' a fake Paparazzi glass, and they last my shades Flippin' my finger up, bitch, go away Rappers on Twitter just throwin' out hate Th-these niggas mad 'cause they ain't gettin' play Creep in the night with the mask in, okay Pop out the box, yeah, that shit snake played What about my second dish at my place He try to try, but he clutchin' a fake