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letra de paparazzi! - issbrokie

[intro: ssj daki]
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
(haha, i hate you, brokie, i hate you) yeah

[chorus: issbrokie & ssj daki]
paparazzi glass, and they [?] my shades
flippin’ my finger up, b-tch, go away
rappers on twitter just throwin’ out hate
th-these n-ggas mad ’cause they ain’t gettin’ play
creep in the night with the mask in, okay
pop out the box, yeah, that sh-t snake played
[?] like i’m ditchin’ her place
he try to try, but he clutchin’ a fake

[verse 1: issbrokie]
paparazzi chasin’ down wit’ a tweet
pull up geeked off that ‘xotic i got from the street
f-ck a dispensary, b-tch, i smoke off the tree
you can’t find you a tranny that’s hotter than me
in the stew of my b-tches, she rockin’ them g’s
you don’t got you a b-tch, you don’t know what i mean (dam-dammit)
shoot an opp, i hit everything green
paparazzi, it turn to a gig
[verse 2: ssj daki]
miracle, i been in the cut
rappers be talking, but ain’t did enough
how this b-tch movin’ like i fell in love?
she my [?], i’m just tryna— hoo, choo
[?], i’m just tryna crush
i put a d-ck in yo’ crib like a sl-t (say what?)
b-tch talkin’, i’m poppin’ like p-ss
i ask [?] many like shoutout to both
when i— i meant [?]
huh, new cash, new racks and i blew it
bury them [?], she love how i do it
huh, i’m in college, my money go stupid
you’re an eleven, lil’ b-tch, i ain’t cupid
baby, talk on the neck, how i’m clueless
they pushin’ that whip, i ain’t cruisin’, ah
i got me a— (yeah), i’m shootin’, yeah

[verse 3: issbrokie & ssj daki]
[?] my double cup, i was tryna dabble up
my b-tch will rip him in two, huh
got the chanel-y bag, brokie, they h-lla mad
okay, they mad over who? huh
i’m in the gtr, run it back, vcr
how come they mad in they mood? huh
she wanna stay at my place, girl, yo’ sh-t must be laced
i don’t mean to be rude, but, huh
dumb ho tryna count my money, she funny
boy, you red in the face, nose runny
tryna find my lyrics, she ain’t finna find nothin’
every b-tch wanna f-ck me, i’m the trans lilhuddy, like
got a clean record, but the guap stay dirty
dapped up on my honey, keep a strap, little buddy
sip muddy, muddy, muddy
get a taste, real-yummy rainbows in my tummy, ha
so check me, b-tch, yeah
[chorus: issbrokie & ssj daki]
paparazzi glass, and they [?] my shades
flippin’ my finger up, b-tch, go away
rappers on twitter just throwin’ out hate
th-these n-ggas mad ’cause they ain’t gettin’ play
creep in the night with the mask in, okay
pop out the box, yeah, that sh-t snake played
[?] like i’m ditchin’ her place
he try to try, but he clutchin’ a f—

[outro: issbrokie & ssj daki]
paparazzi glass, and they [?] my shades
flippin’ my finger up, b-tch, go away
rappers on twitter just throwin’ out hate
th-these n-ggas mad ’cause they ain’t gettin’ play
creep in the night with the mask in, okay
pop out the box, yeah, that sh-t snake played
[?] like i’m ditchin’ her 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
f-ck a dispatch of weed, b-tch, i smoke off the tree
you can’t find you a tranny that’s hotter than me
in the stew of my b-tches, she rockin’ them g’s
you don’t got you a b-tch, you don’t know what i mean (dam-dammit)
shoot an opp, i hit everything green
paparazzi, it turn to a gig

- issbrokie

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