Smack the paparazzi His camera drops it The look on his face like he can't believe he clacked me. Stop being so cocky when you tryna stop me. Just ta-take a chew with your Cannon don't tryna mock me. Antagonostic, talking too much lip-stick. You will think you want me to slap you like a bitch, quick. All up in my business when I'm tryna getttin' down. In the back seat of my limio I'm tryna hit this round Down town Julie Brown, the booty was popping on. I'm stroking like clowns when the paparazzi popping out. He went (click, click, click, click, click) with his Cannon. Then I went (fap fap fap fap fap fap) with my hand, son.
Smack the Paparazzi SMACK 'EM!
Oh, no! They edited me. I slaught my house with the Dragon-Lee. They are burning pinto every day of every week. Enemy in my window tryna stop me, am I freak? They always want my picture, tryin' stop it nigga. They're selling photos and taking me to the highest bidder. We'll take another, pick up me, and make my heart ya! I feel like hike and you just mike, hit Tina Turner! Dear son, you'd better run cause I got a burner. You shoot at me, I shoot at you, but this time is murder.
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