Paparazzi - Yo Gotti/EST Gee/CMG The Label/Blac Youngsta
Lyrics by：Mario Mims/George Stone III/Sammie Benson/Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr/David James Morse
Composed by：Mario Mims/George Stone III/Sammie Benson/Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr/David James Morse
FOREVERROLLING
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
He must thought this **** was sweet
But it's a Sour Patch
Sour Patch
Yankin' 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 this trigger clap like jumpin' jacks
It's gon' be a killin' if we found out that you **** wit' that
Get low
I shoot this pole
Chop' make him limbo
No hittin' back
Ain't no hittin' back
You heard somethin' '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
Kickin' 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
Playin' tough
N***a
You been a *****
Like when he walk his switch
Like when he walk his switch
Yeah boy
I heard you been a *****
You probably take 'em
Ayy
This that slide music
Yeah
Grab yo' blick
Go hit the switch
Somebody died to it
Some of these n***as ain't killers
They actually murderers
They really in fifth
Fifth
I seen a n***a poppin' Ecstasy
What
Blame the body on a pill
D**n
***** tried to hurt me
Hurt me
I popped a perky
Perky
*****
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 *****
N***a
Yuh
Why it's all the rich n***as
Executive d**g dealer
Who the **** raise you n***as
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 go and give my n***as 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
N***a
Who
You only 'bout yourself
N***a
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 **** when I was in the kitchen
Turned around
Then I went and did it
Walkin' out of each state
Wit' a choppa on me
Choppa on me
D**n
First it was the feds
Now the paparazzi on me
Paparazzi on me
Yeah
First it was the feds
Now the 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
N***as gon' sing just like a violin
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
*****
You cross yo' head
Yo' mammy
She gon' miss her child then
P***y
I could go retarded wit' the Draco
I'll put you to shame
N***a play wit' me one time
I swear that lil' **** cost his brain
P***y
Walk 'em down
Certified
Streets'll tell you 'fore I got the fame
Switches on my Glock
All my young n***as
****
I ain't got no aim
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Walkin' out of each state
Wit' a choppa on me
Choppa on me
D**n
First it was the feds
Now the paparazzi on me
Paparazzi on me
Yeah
First it was the feds
Now the paparazzi on me
That's crazy
First it was the feds
Now the paparazzi on me
That's crazy G
Yerr
They still takin' pictures though
