letra de fck paparazzi - giela (new york)
[chorus]
came back to the city, same n-ggas, different figures, swervin’ in the bentley mulsanne
r-ridin’ through the city in my rolls royce, guns in the backseat, yeah we bust a n-gga brain
s-s-sick of this d-mn paparazzi, f-ck the paparazzi, i’ve been poppin’ bottles, chasin’ this drank
touch down in toronto, checkin’ f-ckin’ your mind up, send ’em to a better place, okay
what made you think that a n-gga really f-ckin’ with you?
i ain’t f-ckin’ with the gang, kick it right up in the boots
i don’t do chain gang, they can’t f-ck with the crew
my chains all chains swing, balenciaga my boots
i love the guap, h-ll nah, i wasn’t talkin’ to you
don’t give a f-ck if i ain’t lovin’ on you
i love weed, i love s-x, i love playin’ with guns
hangin’ on thе wheels, i’m screamin’, “f-ck the cops, f-f-ck the cops”
[verse]
yеah, b-tch i’m a bass god, i’m a bass god, get that paper n-gga
yeah, b-tch i’m a bass god, i’m a bass god, get that paper n-gga
yeah, b-tch i’m a bass god, i’m a bass god, get that paper n-gga
get that paper n-gga, for a n-gga
now these n-ggas don’t wanna see me flex
got a hundred bands, slatt, h-hundred bands around my neck
put that bad b-tch ’round my wrist, like them diamonds they dance
she wetter than f-ckin’ baguettes
i don’t want love you, i want f-ck you, that’s just what i said
f-ck her then rock her to bed
that is some special, let me, i think i am—
[chorus]
came back to the city, same n-ggas, different figures, swervin’ in the bentley mulsanne
r-ridin’ through the city in my rolls royce, gun in the backseat, yeah we bust a n-gga brain
s-s-sick of this d-mn paparazzi, f-ck the paparazzi, i’ve been poppin’ bottles, chasin’ this drank
touch down in toronto, checkin’ f-ckin’ your mind up, send ’em to a better place, okay
what made you think that a n-gga really f-ckin’ with you?
i ain’t f-ckin’ with the gang, kick it right up in the boots
i don’t do chain gang, they can’t f-ck with the crew
my chains all chains swing, balenciaga my boots
i love the guap, h-ll nah, i wasn’t talkin’ to you
don’t give a f-ck if i ain’t lovin’ on you
i love weed, i love s-x, i love playin’ with guns
hangin’ on the wheels, i’m screamin’, “f-ck the cops, f-f-ck the cops”
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