PAPARAZZI! Lyrics – ISSBROKIE

Read the full PAPARAZZI! lyrics by ISSBROKIE from the album SWAGGOT! (B SIDE) along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Issbrokie’s music, you can also explore WD! and STITCH!, two other songs by Issbrokie.

[Intro: SSJ Daki]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Haha, I hate you, BROKIE, I hate you!) Yeah

[Chorus: ISSBROKIE & SSJ Daki]
Paparazzi glass and they (??) my shades
Flipping my finger up, b!tch, go away
Rappers on Twitter just throwing out hate
Th-these n!ggas mad ’cause they ain’t geitting play
Creep in the night with the (??), okay

Pop out the box, yeah, that s*it snake played
(??) like I’m ditching her place
He try to try, he catching a fade

[Verse 1: ISSBROKIE]
Paparazzi chasing down wit’ a tweet
Pull a (??) ‘xotic I got off the street
Fu*k a dispatch, (??) smoke off the tree
You can’t find you a tranny that’s hotter than me
In the stew of my b!tches, she rocking them G’s
You don’t got you a b!tch, you don’t know what I mean (Dam-dammit!)
Shoot an opp, I hit everything green
Paparazzi, it turn to a gig

[Verse 2: SSJ Daki]
Miracle, I been in the cut
Rappers be talking, but ain’t did enough
How this b!tch moving like I fell in love
She my (??), I’m just tryna— hoo, choo
(??), I’m just tryna crush
I put a d!ck in yo crib like (Say what?)
(??) popping like puss
I ask (??) many like shoutout to both
When I— I meant (??)
Huh, new cash, new racks and I blew it

Bury them (??), she love how I do it
Huh, I’m in college, my money go stupid
You’re an eleven, lil’ b!tch, I ain’t Cupid
Baby, talk on the neck, how I’m clueless
They pushing that whip, I ain’t cruising, ah
I got me a—, yeah, I’m shooting, yeah

[Verse 3: ISSBROKIE & SSJ Daki]
(??) double cup, I was tryna dabble up
My b!tch will rip him in two, huh
Got the Chanel-y bag, BROKIE, they hella mad
Okay, they mad over who? Huh
I’m in the GTR, run it back, VCR
How come they mad in they mood? Huh
She wanna stay at my place, girl, yo’ s*it must be laced
I don’t mean to be rude, but the
Dumb ho tryna count my money, she funny
Boy, you red in the face, knows money
Tryna find my lyrics, she ain’t finna find nothing
Every b!tch wanna fu*k me, on the chains Lil Huddy like, huh
Got a clean record, but the guap stay dirty
Dapped up on my honey, keep a strap, little buddy
Sit muddy, muddy, muddy
Get a taste, real-yummy rainbows in my tummy, ha
So check me, b!tch, yeah

[Chorus: ISSBROKIE & SSJ Daki]
Paparazzi glass and they (??) my shades
Flipping my finger up, b!tch, go away
Rappers on Twitter just throwing out hate
Th-these n!ggas mad ’cause they ain’t geitting play
Creep in the night with the (??), okay
Pop out the box, yeah, that s*it snake played
(??) like I’m ditching her place
He try to try, he catching a f—

[Outro: ISSBROKIE & SSJ Daki]
Paparazzi glass and they (??) my shades
Flipping my finger up, b!tch, go away
Rappers on Twitter just throwing out hate
Th-these n!ggas mad ’cause they ain’t geitting play
Creep in the night with the (??), okay
Pop out the box, yeah, that s*it snake played
(??) like I’m ditching her place
He try to try, he catching a fade
Paparazzi chasing down wit’ a tweet
Pull a (??) ‘xotic I got off the street
Fu*k a dispatch, (??) smoke off the tree
You can’t find you a tranny that’s hotter than me
In the stew of my b!tches, she rocking them G’s
You don’t got you a b!tch, you don’t know what I mean (Dam-dammit!)
Shoot an opp, I hit everything green