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D'Village - Paparazzi Lyrics



D'Village - Paparazzi Lyrics




Verse 1: OG Diezal


Awww, that's all you want love

A Benz truck, rimmed up

You don't want love

Cause these niggas is jive, and hoes be fake

I don't worry her, I'm not from Golden State

Her only goal is cake

Most her clothes be fake

But if you hold enough gold, then your soul she take

In hopes of a rebate, you know cash back

On her birthday, she posted a cash app

But that ass fat

So these niggas lurking

Now she all on Instagram, in the mirror twerking

Her daughter in the next room, doing the same thing

Her son in the streets, learning how to gang bang

She claim her baby daddy ain't shit

He's not a baller, they always argue bout the same shit

Cause he ain't got enough

And she go out too much

But even if your popular, it ain't no popping up

Wooow!


Chorus: OG Diezal


Shorty bad, she hot think she's a factor

All she ever wanted was a rapper or a actor

NBA player or maybe a street baller

She got a fat ass, you got that bag

You could call her

Gucci, Louie, Fendi, can't forget that Prada

Christian Loubiton at the Ramada

Champagne with lipstick on the collar

Tried to sneak her out the back, but the paparazzi caught her


Verse 2: Amaysn


In the Mercedes chill, conversation playa skilled

Know to play my position but today, I play the field

Golden with the Dayton wheels, supple leather touch her thigh

And really gave her chills, my game cold

90 below minus the wind chill

Heartbreaking sincere, all in your ass bout this cash

I'm a shit smear

Flow set above and beyond, call it tenth gear

Matter fact the tenth tier, anywhere the winds fair

Baby I'm Amaysn, many playas hope to get here

Jersey in the rafters, pictures snapping plus the fans cheer

Everywhere I travel, leave em in the rapture disappear

Have em wishing under photo captions, how much they was there

Poppa was a rolling stone, guess the youngin followed steps

Pretty Tony in my veins, Golden Joey had to rep

Money pimpin and respect, never ever chase a bitch

Always gotta chase a check

Bitch, you should know the rest

So have my T's and my I's correct

It's AOB and nothing less

You're in the presence of the best

So why would you settle for less

Clearly the one to impress

Look at how neatly I'm dressed

Higher grades keep me from stress

Your miss a fiend, she can feel me in her flesh


Chorus: OG Diezal


Shorty bad, she hot, think she's a factor

All she ever wanted was a rapper or a actor

NBA player or maybe a street baller

She got a fat ass, you got that bag

You could call her

Gucci, Louie, Fendi, can't forget that Prada

Christian Loubiton at the Ramada

Champagne with lipstick on the collar

Tried to sneak her out the back, but the paparazzi caught her


Verse 3: Roo Show


Yo this Roo, Mic check 1, check 2

She choose her dudes like, duck duck goose

It's like she tapped on your shoulder, have you running in circles

Understand she ain't playing, she don't plan to reimburse you

So that money that you spent, won't mean a thing when she curve you

Man, this ain't no cheap woman

Shorty order lobster and steak, keep the drinks coming

Thank you for the dinner and the ride, it don't mean nothing

The waiter say Ciroc or some Henny, she said both of em

This bitch

Hit or miss, you gone go out swinging

I guess it's worth a couple dollars short on your car payment

Dog that's a bad move, no wonder your frustrated

Two guys ahead of you, probably spend your whole summer waiting

Just to get skipped, niggas is cutting in line

Shit if this your 3rd date, I'd say your wasting your time

She'll see you tonight, yeah, she'll call you at 9

But of course shorty be lying

And she thinks she's a dime, one of a kind

And yeah


Chorus: OG Diezal


Shorty bad, she hot, think she's a factor

All she ever wanted, was a rapper or a actor

NBA player or maybe street baller

She got a fat ass, you got that bag

You could call her

Gucci, Louie, Fendi can't forget that Prada

Christian Loubiton at the Ramada

Champagne with lipstick on the collar

Tried to sneak her out the back, but the paparazzi caught her
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Verse 1: OG Diezal


Awww, that's all you want love

A Benz truck, rimmed up

You don't want love

Cause these niggas is jive, and hoes be fake

I don't worry her, I'm not from Golden State

Her only goal is cake

Most her clothes be fake

But if you hold enough gold, then your soul she take

In hopes of a rebate, you know cash back

On her birthday, she posted a cash app

But that ass fat

So these niggas lurking

Now she all on Instagram, in the mirror twerking

Her daughter in the next room, doing the same thing

Her son in the streets, learning how to gang bang

She claim her baby daddy ain't shit

He's not a baller, they always argue bout the same shit

Cause he ain't got enough

And she go out too much

But even if your popular, it ain't no popping up

Wooow!


Chorus: OG Diezal


Shorty bad, she hot think she's a factor

All she ever wanted was a rapper or a actor

NBA player or maybe a street baller

She got a fat ass, you got that bag

You could call her

Gucci, Louie, Fendi, can't forget that Prada

Christian Loubiton at the Ramada

Champagne with lipstick on the collar

Tried to sneak her out the back, but the paparazzi caught her


Verse 2: Amaysn


In the Mercedes chill, conversation playa skilled

Know to play my position but today, I play the field

Golden with the Dayton wheels, supple leather touch her thigh

And really gave her chills, my game cold

90 below minus the wind chill

Heartbreaking sincere, all in your ass bout this cash

I'm a shit smear

Flow set above and beyond, call it tenth gear

Matter fact the tenth tier, anywhere the winds fair

Baby I'm Amaysn, many playas hope to get here

Jersey in the rafters, pictures snapping plus the fans cheer

Everywhere I travel, leave em in the rapture disappear

Have em wishing under photo captions, how much they was there

Poppa was a rolling stone, guess the youngin followed steps

Pretty Tony in my veins, Golden Joey had to rep

Money pimpin and respect, never ever chase a bitch

Always gotta chase a check

Bitch, you should know the rest

So have my T's and my I's correct

It's AOB and nothing less

You're in the presence of the best

So why would you settle for less

Clearly the one to impress

Look at how neatly I'm dressed

Higher grades keep me from stress

Your miss a fiend, she can feel me in her flesh


Chorus: OG Diezal


Shorty bad, she hot, think she's a factor

All she ever wanted was a rapper or a actor

NBA player or maybe a street baller

She got a fat ass, you got that bag

You could call her

Gucci, Louie, Fendi, can't forget that Prada

Christian Loubiton at the Ramada

Champagne with lipstick on the collar

Tried to sneak her out the back, but the paparazzi caught her


Verse 3: Roo Show


Yo this Roo, Mic check 1, check 2

She choose her dudes like, duck duck goose

It's like she tapped on your shoulder, have you running in circles

Understand she ain't playing, she don't plan to reimburse you

So that money that you spent, won't mean a thing when she curve you

Man, this ain't no cheap woman

Shorty order lobster and steak, keep the drinks coming

Thank you for the dinner and the ride, it don't mean nothing

The waiter say Ciroc or some Henny, she said both of em

This bitch

Hit or miss, you gone go out swinging

I guess it's worth a couple dollars short on your car payment

Dog that's a bad move, no wonder your frustrated

Two guys ahead of you, probably spend your whole summer waiting

Just to get skipped, niggas is cutting in line

Shit if this your 3rd date, I'd say your wasting your time

She'll see you tonight, yeah, she'll call you at 9

But of course shorty be lying

And she thinks she's a dime, one of a kind

And yeah


Chorus: OG Diezal


Shorty bad, she hot, think she's a factor

All she ever wanted, was a rapper or a actor

NBA player or maybe street baller

She got a fat ass, you got that bag

You could call her

Gucci, Louie, Fendi can't forget that Prada

Christian Loubiton at the Ramada

Champagne with lipstick on the collar

Tried to sneak her out the back, but the paparazzi caught her
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Writer: J. Mays, M. Massey, R. Pickett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Performed By: D'Village
Language: English
Length: 5:09
Written by: J. Mays, M. Massey, R. Pickett

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