Текст песни Paparazzi - KK the Artist

Fuck
Hell nah, I'm not drivin'
That's all you, Bro, I'm fucked up
Fuck

Stomach on E
Tank on full
Dollie at the wheel just in case they pull

With a baddie in the backseat
Said she been down since last week

Four cups, two blunts
23 shotty rollin' big runtz
I thought the pacc was done
And shorty back here looking MAXIM fun

She rubbing on my thigh at the red light
Damn, there go them boys again

Duckin' from them flashing lights
Shit like paparazzi
Damn, what a fuckin' night
My OG won't stop callin'

Fuck it, shit we ballin'
Stoppin's not an option
Huh?
Girl keep topping

Don't worry
Shit we poppin'

Oh shit
I'm fucked up

Aye, pass me that lighter
Bout to set this shit on fire
Bout to go Mariah
Carrie Underwood, I'm ya idol

Used to have piano recitals
Now I drop verses without the bible

Nah, I don't believe in the man upstairs
See me, I see God everywhere
Nah, I don't believe in hell
But if that gets me there, I guess I'll see you there

Duckin' from them flashin' lights
Shit like paparazzi
Damn, what a fuckin' night
My OG won't stop callin'

Fuck it, shit we ballin'
Stoppin's not an option
Huh?
Girl keep toppin'

Don't worry
Shit we poppin'

Duckin' from them flashin' lights
Shit like paparazzi
Damn, what a fuckin' night
My OG won't stop callin'

Fuck it, shit we ballin'
Stoppin's not an option
Huh?
Girl keep toppin'

Don't worry
Shit we poppin'

KK, not again