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paparazzi - mjpaid & fordio lyrics

[intro: glockboyz teejaee]
(my n*gga lee, i think we got another one)
([?])
yeah

[verse 1: glockboyz teejaee]
young n*gga, i f*cked the baddest of the baddest hoes
and every b*tch you ever seen me with, she helped me stash the pros
i was sittin’ inside the trap, boogs was grabbin’ phones
when we was swipin’, i woke up, rolled up, and hit the road
these hoes love your ass to death until your money low
it’s four thousand for a ‘bow, we sell ’em whole, we only smoke the o’s
you know we chargе they ass a fee, they trappin’ in our zone
shе sent the d*ck then i went straight to sleep and she played with her rolls
free my n*ggas out them cages
always knew i’d get some money, i sat down and i just waited
i’m like a teacher with this work, you always catch me countin’ paper
i just got a brand new glock, let me get switchie and a lazer

[verse 2: mjpaid]
foreign b*tch, she want some sushi, [?]
only sh*t i’m savin’ is my paper, i can’t save
four up in my pop with no chaser, this a face
i keep catchin’ waves, i think i might be a sailor
i know you ain’t cross the state lines, you hit taylor
[?] quick as h*ll, reggie on the passers
n*ggas is my sons, f*ck it, i ain’t with the labor (d*mn)
mj tryna jugg the f*ckin’ city like the mayor (like i’m quan)
out of town, i told her throw the head and make it sloppy (please)
knowin’ she a demon, but the p*ssy almost got me (wow)
i was high as f*ck, eatin’ steak, me and ghasi
out in cali, sorry we don’t f*ck with paparazzi
[verse 3: fordio]
it’s a third round, fire and drank, i keep noddin’
pour some more lines ’cause i just caught a new deposit
sh*t, you get when i’m shoppin’, debit in my pockets
don’t know what he doin’, swing the laws, i bet i pop him
found a run, i bet a profit
know that n*gga dead, bro, someone get him a coffin
i can write a book about the juggs but not an author
pretty b*tch, she from the hood but brain on harvard
n*gga tryna fake it like he eatin’, know he starvin’
forty in the paint and pops a different kind of artist
it’s kind of hard to punch a clock, i’m wipin’ every mornin’
this all fifties and hundreds, sh*t, i’m busy tryna sort ’em
they treat him like a ham, he too busy gettin’ shorted

[verse 4: trdee]
syrup in the room but, nah, this ain’t for no pancakes
plug blessed me with a couple grams, that’s my essay
when you really rich, every day just like your birthday
when you really lit, i bet she f*ck you and your mans
she ain’t got a body, then that b*tch ain’t got a chance
diamonds on me dancin’ like we at the school dance
argue with my b*tch, told her f*ck you and your friends
told y’all n*ggas we’ll blow up, i ain’t cap
loaded up a couple sites, i ain’t trap
you were here on april fools, i ain’t strapped
so think about that next time you think i lack
sh*ttyboyz

- mjpaid fordio lyrics

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