Paparazzi
(专辑: Summer On Sunset - 2016)
You feel like it's a
doubt 'em all, baby Plucking pictures in them crowds, they all faded And I'm just tryna put it down cause I'm not lazy If I'm your nigga and you proud to shout baby Who you loving? Who you wanna be hugging? You been number 2'ing on bitches, but who number 1
is? Who you fucking when you under them covers? Tell them bitches that you fuck and you in love with the
realest Uh, yeah, no really I
get it Your mother tell you that I'm not the
typical nigga No, no, forgive me, I
get it I
got a
Grammy nomination for getting the
bitches So you thinking that I'm probably thinking That I
probably want you but got a
lot of conceiving Probably went east and last, the
money, [?] I
ain't running with fam, them bands or TMZ Know what you plan to be, I
know what your fantasy is I
care about you enough that I
can never foresee it She care 'bout me so much, you stressing on who gon' catch us Hearing what people say, I'm hearing that people jealous Oh no, I'm too cold to fuck with them bitches, baby Yeah, I'm too broke to fuck with opinions, baby You feel like it's a
doubt 'em all, baby Plucking pictures in them crowds, they all faded And I'm just tryna put it down cause I'm not lazy If I'm your nigga and you proud to shout baby Who you loving? Who you wanna be hugging? You been number 2'ing on bitches, but who number 1
is? Who you fucking when you under them covers? Tell them bitches that you fuck and you in love with the
realest Picture me rolling next to you with no care in the
world 10 it out just in case the
cameras is there Well I
can show you what it do cause I
ain't embarrassed Had a
motherfucking roof for amber alert Just rambling words baby, who make 'em in vain? I
gotta be thorough with you, you've dated some lames I
admit, I'm insane for you, just say you the
same Run away from this fame shit and come make me some babies Come make me a
son I
made you a
moon, radiant, baby you a
star Ross made me a
boss, broads made me this dough Flaws, they insecure like all celebrities are Oh no, I'm too cold to fuck with them bitches, baby Yeah, I'm too broke to fuck with opinions, baby You feel like it's a
doubt 'em all, baby Plucking pictures in them crowds, they all faded And I'm just tryna put it down cause I'm not lazy If I'm your nigga and you proud to shout baby Who you loving? Who you wanna be hugging? You been number 2'ing on bitches, but who number 1
is? Who you fucking when you under them covers? Tell them bitches that you fuck and you in love with the
realest