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letra de papparazi/groupies - spliffy mars

papparazi/groupies lyrics
(intro)
b-tch i got racks

(hook)
my baby girl just pulled on me, eat the d-ck up like
calamari no hibachi
what’s in my cup i’m sippin’ that red
a young n-gga really be sippin’ lil yachty
they be asking why i’m looking so mad
don’t f-ck with these n-ggas i feel like a n-z-
lame ass n-gga you all in my face with them cameras
you really must be paparazzi
these n-ggas lame they fake as f-ck fugazi as h-ll
i f-ck with you hardly
kickin sh-t no karate these n-ggas be lame
i really treat these n-ggas like potty’s
(huah , fah fah)
gotta’ pack my hoe down cus’ she acting real naughty
i can not f-ck with no groupie ass hoe who be on another n-gga d-ck i am sorry
sorry not sorry but i’m in the party with a couple thotties and they wanna do molly
try to run up, you testing your luck
them bullets i be sending hot like tamales

(verse)
sending a bullet your way
try me on a bad day i’m catching a body
my brudda told me to throw out that fye
in broad day, i’m like rodger copy
he wanna f-ck with the gang, f-ck with the 9
my n-gga he feeling real froggy
my b-tch she holding my glock and she holding my strap
i nickname my b-tch lil bonnie
on them jail calls talking in codes
told my brudda’ to go warm up dat coffee
he replied to me that he got him some shoes
he really just finna’ go run up that money
they don’t understand the sh-t i be talking
free all of my little n-ggas in county
these n-ggas really funny as f-ck
these n-ggas be thinkin’ that i’m letting up
we hunting you down like a muf-ckin’ bounty
money on your head my n-gga he caught it
ha n-gga just splurged all his money
ha b-tch be broke ain’t got nothing
b-tch i really be on to something
you wish you was me but you ain’t on nothing
gotta’ be cautious with these b-tches tryna give the drop
these b-tches frenemies f-cking with the opps
underground market my n-gga when i shop
rick owen my shoes you n-ggas wished you copped
it’s bape on me used to not f-ck with the bape
can’t f-ck with you n-ggas cus’ you can’t relate
2016 drip n-gga y’all late
i only wanna talk if you talking bout cake
(hook)
my baby girl just pulled on me, eat the d-ck up like
calamari no hibachi
what’s in my cup i’m sippin’ that red
a young n-gga really be sippin’ lil yachty
they be asking why i’m looking so mad
don’t f-ck with these n-ggas i feel like a n-z-
lame ass n-gga you all in my face with them cameras
you really must be paparazzi
these n-ggas lame they fake as f-ck fugazi as h-ll
i f-ck with you hardly
kickin sh-t no karate these n-ggas be lame
i really treat these n-ggas like potty’s
(huah , fah fah)
gotta’ pack my hoe down cus’ she acting real naughty
i can not f-ck with no groupie ass hoe who be on another n-gga d-ck i am sorry
sorry not sorry but i’m in the party with a couple thotties and they wanna do molly
try to run up, you testing your luck
them bullets i be sending hot like tamales

- spliffy mars

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