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PAPARAZZI!
ISSBROKIE (feat. SSJ Daki)
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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
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