Paparazzi Lyrics by Mike Dimes is the latest English song. Paparazzi song lyrics are written by Juicy J, DJ Paul, Mike Dimes & Zuri (Producer) while the song is also produced by Zuri (Producer).
Paparazzi Song Details:
| Song: | Paparazzi |
| Singer: | Mike Dimes |
| Produced by: | Zuri (Producer) |
| Lyrics: | Juicy J, DJ Paul, Mike Dimes & Zuri (Producer) |
Paparazzi Lyrics
They said, “Who are you?” and started laughin’, I ain’t embarrassed (The f*ck?)
I’m a f*ckin’ bad b!tch (Mwah)
Diamond in the rough to Mr. Diamonds Always Dancin’ (Always dancin’, n!gga, always dancin’)
You can check my status
The people tryna take a photo
Ridin’ solo, b!tches loco, n!ggas hoe
Pillow talkin’ is a no-no, I be dolo
n!ggas so-so, I’m on go
2017, I told the teacher, “Who as hot as me?” (Who as hot as me?)
One year later, now I got a teacher tryna top on me (Tryna top on me)
That’s your favorite rapper? Why the hell is he a mockery?
You say, “We compatible,” I see you like mythology (Freaky)
b!tch, I’m too expensive, this ain’t normal wood, this dick mahogany (Huh?)
I’m a prophecy, I’m kickin’ shit, a solo soccer tеam (Hello)
Where’s Billiе Jean? I’m tryna see if she can rock with me (Rock with me)
If you blind, I give you semen, you can taste my colony (Uh)
And I’m too official, if you speak to me, address me properly
My small biography enough to cure your curiosity
I don’t need your help and I don’t care about apologies
I drop a song and make enough to buy a couple properties (Huh?)
Yeah, I spent that, money, yeah, I get that (Get that)
I don’t like to chit-chat (Chit-chat), I like makin’ big racks (Big racks)
Little n!gga big mad, you can have your b!tch back
Couple months ago and I was stressin’, now I remember
They said, “Who are you?” and started laughin’ (Huh?) I ain’t embarrassed (Man, what the f*ck?)
I’m a f*ckin’ bad b!tch (Mwah)
Diamond in the rough to Mr. Diamonds Always Dancin’ (Always dancin’, n!gga, always dancin’)
You can check my status
The people tryna take a photo (Woah, woah)
Ridin’ solo, b!tches loco, n!ggas hoe (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Pillow talkin’ is a no-no, I be dolo (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
n!ggas so-so, I’m on go (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Yeah, I up the price, so I ain’t trippin’ off the overload (I ain’t trippin’ off an overload)
I’m a walkin’ domino, you push me, I knock over yours (I knock over yours)
Put me on your bracket, I’m the type to make a couple Os (A couple Os)
I ain’t artificial like these n!ggas, I ain’t one of those
And I ain’t lettin’ off these n!ggas’ necks, I put that on the bros, n!gga
b!tch, I go by Mike Dimes