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Paparazzi
(FOREVERROLLING) Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah He must thought this shit was sweet, but it's a
Sour Patch (Sour Patch) Yanking all through Tennessee, lost police like a
hour back He gon' get found hit up if he diss us, that's how I'll react AR out the
window, make his trigger clap like jumping jacks It's gon' be a
killing if we found out that you fuck wit' that Get low, I
shoot this pole, chop' make him limbo, no hitting back (Ain't no hitting back) You heard something 'bout it, I
can take you where they do it at (Take you where they do it at) They don't want no ZaZa, this where snorters and them shooters at Raw, I
mean, I
started wit' a
ball and flipped to two, three zaps Silly fool, kicking it wit' dude like you ain't know he rat? (You ain't know he told?) You got picks and choose, I
ain't got no picks, all of 'em get this clip (All of 'em get this gun) I
up this blick, I
shoot, I
ain't gon' miss, now when he talk, he spit (When he talk he spit) Playing tough, nigga, you been a
bitch, like when he walk his switch (Like when he walk his switch) (Yeah boy, I
heard you been a
bitch, you probably take 'em) Ayy, this that slide music (Yeah) Grab yo' blick, go hit the
switch, somebody died to it Some of these niggas ain't killers, they actually murderers, they really in fifth (Fifth) I
seen a
nigga popping Ecstasy (What?), blame the
body on a
pill (Damn) Bitch tried to hurt me (Hurt me), I
popped a
perky (Perky), bitch, I'm good (I'm good) Numb to the
pain (I am), my feelings don't even exist (At all) Really if it's 'bout a
bitch, nigga (Yuh), why it's all the
rich niggas? Executive drug dealer, who the
fuck raise you niggas? (Who that?) You ain't never watch 48 Hours? You don't understand law and power? (Do you?) I
cherish this thing of ours, let me gon give my niggas they flowers (Let's get it) Rollie, Rollie, Richard AP, can't buy time in these streets Don't put time in these freaks, everybody shine, just not me Who you ever help, nigga? (Who?) You only 'bout yourself, nigga (Facts) You ain't a
boss, you ain't got a
trace You ain't a
boss, you ain't got the
vision Seen this shit when I
was in the
kitchen Turned around, then I
went and did it Walking out of each state, wit' a
choppa on me (Choppa on me) Damn, first it was the
feds, now paparazzi on me (Paparazzi on me) (Yeah, first it was the
feds, now paparazzi on me) Headshot, bury him, dig him up, turn around, do it again (Gang, gang, gang, gang) I'm too consistent wit' murder, my shooters gon' do him in (Bow, bow, bow) When I
up this fire, niggas gon' sing just like a
violin (Gang, gang, gang, gang) Bitch, you cross yo' head, yo' mammy, she gon' miss her child then (Pussy) I'm cutthroat retarded wit' the
Draco, I'll put you to shame (Pussy) Nigga play wit' me one time, I
swear that lil' shit cost his brain (Pussy) Walk 'em down, certified, streets'll tell you 'fore I
got the
fame Switches on my Glock, all my young niggas, shit, I
ain't got no aim (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang) Walking out of each state, wit' a
choppa on me (Choppa on me) Damn, first it was the
feds, now paparazzi on me (Paparazzi on me) (Yeah, first it was the
feds, now paparazzi on me) That's crazy First it was the
feds, now paparazzi on me That's crazy G, you hear? They still taking pictures though
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