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Kodo - Papparazzi Lyrics



Kodo - Papparazzi Lyrics
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Poppin bands like ill pop an op
But I swear to god i aint criminal
Brand new pants wit a brand new watch
And i swear to god it aint minimal
Off the xans or u off the moll
But im off the wall smokin medical
You look all so identical
You look all so pitiful
Call me papi near the paparazzi
When im feelin cocky
Lets get it
After party at lil yatchys
Wit a hot tamale
No lettuce
Call her shawty while she f*ckin on me
Then she do my laundry
I said it
Im takin all of the credit
My name u neva forget it
Dont try to act like you know
Coppin a whip like u coppin my flow
Im finna pop thru the door
Hop in the whip and i dip to ya hoe
She gon drop it on the pole
Bad bitches they be talkin the most
Alla u niggas is toast
Catch you slippin i pull up in designer clothes
Shawty on this dick
You want it like fanta
Come and get the shit
Know u wanta wanta
When you see me out here, dont u call me baby
I aint carly jepsen
You cant call me maybe
Know i call the shots
You cant neva fade me
Tryna f*ck
But i cant have no babies
Wet like a slip n slide
She sayin f*ck me now
Its either do or die
These niggas hatin
But im always watchin
Gonna seal there fate
With a final option
Tryna steal my plate
Tryna eat my waffles
Tryna take my date
Texin back like rofl
Have a betta chance
At a f*ckin brothel
Cause ya goddamn face
Just so f*ckin awful
Get this cash
Needa make a profit
Needa get this ass
Baby hop up on it
Dont try to act like you know
Coppin a whip like u coppin my flow
Im finna pop thru the door
Hop in the whip and i dip to ya hoe
She gon drop it on the pole
Bad bitches they be talkin the most
Alla u niggas is toast
Catch you slippin i pull up in designer clothes
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Poppin bands like ill pop an op
But I swear to god i aint criminal
Brand new pants wit a brand new watch
And i swear to god it aint minimal
Off the xans or u off the moll
But im off the wall smokin medical
You look all so identical
You look all so pitiful
Call me papi near the paparazzi
When im feelin cocky
Lets get it
After party at lil yatchys
Wit a hot tamale
No lettuce
Call her shawty while she f*ckin on me
Then she do my laundry
I said it
Im takin all of the credit
My name u neva forget it
Dont try to act like you know
Coppin a whip like u coppin my flow
Im finna pop thru the door
Hop in the whip and i dip to ya hoe
She gon drop it on the pole
Bad bitches they be talkin the most
Alla u niggas is toast
Catch you slippin i pull up in designer clothes
Shawty on this dick
You want it like fanta
Come and get the shit
Know u wanta wanta
When you see me out here, dont u call me baby
I aint carly jepsen
You cant call me maybe
Know i call the shots
You cant neva fade me
Tryna f*ck
But i cant have no babies
Wet like a slip n slide
She sayin f*ck me now
Its either do or die
These niggas hatin
But im always watchin
Gonna seal there fate
With a final option
Tryna steal my plate
Tryna eat my waffles
Tryna take my date
Texin back like rofl
Have a betta chance
At a f*ckin brothel
Cause ya goddamn face
Just so f*ckin awful
Get this cash
Needa make a profit
Needa get this ass
Baby hop up on it
Dont try to act like you know
Coppin a whip like u coppin my flow
Im finna pop thru the door
Hop in the whip and i dip to ya hoe
She gon drop it on the pole
Bad bitches they be talkin the most
Alla u niggas is toast
Catch you slippin i pull up in designer clothes
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Writer: Justin Cotto
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Length: 2:03
Written by: Justin Cotto

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