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PAPARAZZI!

๐Ÿ‘ค ISSBROKIE (feat. SSJ Daki) โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ SWAGGOT! (B SIDE) โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 2:30
๐ŸŽต 2815 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:30 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 27875696

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Haha, I hate you, BROKIE, I hate you), Yeah

Paparazzi glass, and they last my shades
Flippin' my finger up, bitch, go away
Rappers on Twitter just throwin' out hate
Th-these niggas mad 'cause they ain't gettin' play
Creep in the night with the mask in, okay
Pop out the box, yeah, that shit snake played
What about my second dish at my 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
Fuck a dispensary, bitch, I smoke off the tree
You can't find you a tranny that's hotter than me
In the stew of my bitches, she rockin' them G's
You don't got you a bitch, you don't know what I mean (dam-dammit)
Shoot an opp, I hit everything green
Paparazzi, it turn to a gig

Miracle, I been in the cut
Rappers be talking, but ain't did enough
How this bitch movin' like I fell in love?
She must fuck other, don't just try to
Fuck other, don't just try to crush
I put a dick in your queen like a slut (say what?)
Bitch talkin', I'm poppin' like puss
I ask in my money like shadows of a plane
I made that accent wax, huh, new cash
New racks and I blow out, back in them thwacks
She love how I do it

I'm in college, but my nigga stubborn
I don't love it, lil' bitch, I ain't killin' it
Baby talk on the neck, oh, I'm proud of it
I be pushin' that whip, I ain't cruisin'
I got me a flick, I'ma shut it

Charlie, my double cut, hoes tryna double up
My bitch, we're reppin' mental, huh
Caught this Shinelli back, fuck it, they hella mad
Okay, they mad over who, huh
I'm in the GTR, run it back, VCR
How come they mad in they mood, huh?

See when I stay at my place, girl, your shit must be laced
I don't mean to be rude, but, huh
Gone home, tryna count my money, see it funny
Boy, you red in the face
No, it's money, tryna find my lyrics
You ain't finna find nothing
Every bitch wanna fuck me
On the trans, lil' hoodie like, huh?

Clean record, but the guac stay dirty, dot, dot
While my honey keep it strapped
Lil' buddy sit muddy, muddy, muddy
And it tastes real yummy
Rainbows on my tummy, high
So check me, bitch, what?

Paparazzi glass, and they last my shades
Flippin' my finger up, bitch, go away
Rappers on Twitter just throwin' out hate
Th-these niggas mad 'cause they ain't gettin' play
Creep in the night with the mask in, okay
Pop out the box, yeah, that shit snake played
What about my second dish at my place
He try to try, but he clutchin' a fake

Paparazzi glass, and they last my shades
Flippin' my finger up, bitch, go away
Rappers on Twitter just throwin' out hate
Th-these niggas mad 'cause they ain't gettin' play
Creep in the night with the mask in, okay
Pop out the box, yeah, that shit snake played
What about my second dish at my place
He try to try, but he clutchin' a fake

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:01.93] Yeah, yeah
[00:03.25] Yeah, yeah, yeah
[00:04.91] Yeah, yeah, yeah
[00:11.72] (Haha, I hate you, BROKIE, I hate you), Yeah
[00:14.65] Paparazzi glass, and they last my shades
[00:17.21] Flippin' my finger up, bitch, go away
[00:19.04] Rappers on Twitter just throwin' out hate
[00:20.83] Th-these niggas mad 'cause they ain't gettin' play
[00:22.87] Creep in the night with the mask in, okay
[00:24.51] Pop out the box, yeah, that shit snake played
[00:26.54] What about my second dish at my place
[00:28.43] He try to try, but he clutchin' a fake
[00:30.63] Paparazzi chasin' down wit' a Tweet
[00:32.22] Pull up geeked off that 'xotic I got from the street
[00:33.45] Fuck a dispensary, bitch, I smoke off the tree
[00:35.69] You can't find you a tranny that's hotter than me
[00:37.61] In the stew of my bitches, she rockin' them G's
[00:39.69] You don't got you a bitch, you don't know what I mean (dam-dammit)
[00:41.39] Shoot an opp, I hit everything green
[00:43.35] Paparazzi, it turn to a gig
[00:45.75] Miracle, I been in the cut
[00:46.99] Rappers be talking, but ain't did enough
[00:48.74] How this bitch movin' like I fell in love?
[00:50.72] She must fuck other, don't just try to
[00:52.79] Fuck other, don't just try to crush
[00:54.16] I put a dick in your queen like a slut (say what?)
[00:56.32] Bitch talkin', I'm poppin' like puss
[00:57.92] I ask in my money like shadows of a plane
[01:00.35] I made that accent wax, huh, new cash
[01:02.89] New racks and I blow out, back in them thwacks
[01:04.55] She love how I do it
[01:05.99] I'm in college, but my nigga stubborn
[01:07.24] I don't love it, lil' bitch, I ain't killin' it
[01:09.24] Baby talk on the neck, oh, I'm proud of it
[01:10.99] I be pushin' that whip, I ain't cruisin'
[01:13.20] I got me a flick, I'ma shut it
[01:14.26] Charlie, my double cut, hoes tryna double up
[01:16.84] My bitch, we're reppin' mental, huh
[01:19.02] Caught this Shinelli back, fuck it, they hella mad
[01:21.23] Okay, they mad over who, huh
[01:22.77] I'm in the GTR, run it back, VCR
[01:24.45] How come they mad in they mood, huh?
[01:26.35] See when I stay at my place, girl, your shit must be laced
[01:28.20] I don't mean to be rude, but, huh
[01:30.17] Gone home, tryna count my money, see it funny
[01:31.90] Boy, you red in the face
[01:32.99] No, it's money, tryna find my lyrics
[01:34.27] You ain't finna find nothing
[01:35.19] Every bitch wanna fuck me
[01:36.27] On the trans, lil' hoodie like, huh?
[01:37.62] Clean record, but the guac stay dirty, dot, dot
[01:38.92] While my honey keep it strapped
[01:40.28] Lil' buddy sit muddy, muddy, muddy
[01:41.37] And it tastes real yummy
[01:42.64] Rainbows on my tummy, high
[01:43.66] So check me, bitch, what?
[01:45.42] Paparazzi glass, and they last my shades
[01:47.07] Flippin' my finger up, bitch, go away
[01:48.79] Rappers on Twitter just throwin' out hate
[01:50.57] Th-these niggas mad 'cause they ain't gettin' play
[01:52.46] Creep in the night with the mask in, okay
[01:54.14] Pop out the box, yeah, that shit snake played
[01:56.25] What about my second dish at my place
[01:57.91] He try to try, but he clutchin' a fake
[02:00.39] Paparazzi glass, and they last my shades
[02:01.95] Flippin' my finger up, bitch, go away
[02:03.69] Rappers on Twitter just throwin' out hate
[02:05.64] Th-these niggas mad 'cause they ain't gettin' play
[02:07.48] Creep in the night with the mask in, okay
[02:09.31] Pop out the box, yeah, that shit snake played
[02:11.16] What about my second dish at my place
[02:12.76] He try to try, but he clutchin' a fake
[02:15.16]

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