Paparazzi Chords by Yo Gotti  &  EST Gee  &  CMG The Label

[Chorus]
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■ Yeah Yeah yeah yeah


[Verse]
                   
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
                                                         
He must thought this shit was sweet but it's a sour patch
                                                          
Yankin' all through Tennessee lost police like a hour back
                                                            
He gon' get found hit up if he diss us that's how I'll react
                                                           
Ar out the window make this trigger clap like jumpin' jacks
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It's gon' be a killin' if we found out that you fuck wit' that
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Get low I shoot this pole tryna make him limbo no hittin' back
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You heard somethin' 'bout it I can take you where they do it at
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They don't want no Zaza this where snorters and them shooters at
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Raw I mean I started wit' a ball and flipped to two three zaps
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Silly fool kickin' it wit' dude like you ain't know he rat
                  Cmaj7                                               
You got picks and choose I ain't got no picks all of 'em get this clip
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I up this blick and I shoot I ain't gon' miss now when he talk he spit
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Playin' tough nigga you been a bitch like when he walk he switch
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Ayy this that slidin' music
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Grab yo' blick go hit the switch somebody dyin' to it
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Some of these niggas ain't killers they actually murderers they really in fifth
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I seen a nigga poppin' ecstasy blame the body on a pill
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Bitch tried to hurt me
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I popped a perky bitch I'm good
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Numb to the pain my feelings don't even exist
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Really if it's 'bout a bitch nigga why it's all the rich niggas
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Executive drug dealer who the fuck raise you niggas
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You ain't never watch fortyeight Hours
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You don't understand the law of power
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I cherish this thing of ours
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Let me go and give my niggas they flowers
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Rollie Rollie Richard AP can't buy time in these streets
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Don't put time in these freaks everybody shine just not me
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Who you ever help nigga
Cmaj7                        
You only 'bout yourself nigga
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You ain't a boss you ain't got a trait
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You ain't a boss you ain't got the vision
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You seen this shit when I was in the kitchen
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Turned around then I went and did it
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Walkin' out of each state wit' a choppa on me
                      Cmaj7                 E   
Damn first it was the feds now paparazzi on ■ me
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Headshot bury him dug him up turn around do it again
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I'm too consistent wit' murder my shotters gon' do him in
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When I up this zero point five niggas gon' sing just like a violin
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Bitch you cross yo' head yo' mammy she gon' miss her chile then
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I could go retarded wit' the Draco I put you to shame
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Nigga play wit' me one time I swear that lil' shit cost his brain
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Walk 'em down certified streets'll tell you 'fore I got the fame
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Switches on my Glock all my young niggas shit I ain't got no aim
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Walkin' out of each state wit' a choppa on me
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Damn first it was the feds now paparazzi on me


[Chorus]
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That's crazy
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First it was the feds now paparazzi on me


[Outro]
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That's crazy G yerr
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They still takin' pictures though