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Smack The Paparazzi
LMFAO

Added by: Webbie
Date Added: 2011-11-05 23:16:06

Smack the paparazzi, the paparazzi
Smack the paparazzi, the paparazzi
Smack the paparazzi, smack the paparazzi
Smack the paparazzi, smack the paparazzi
Smack the paparazzi, smack the paparazzi
Smack the paparazzi, smack the paparazzi
Smack the paparazzi, the paparazzi (yeah)
Smack the paparazzi (oh), the paparazzi (yeah)
Smack the paparazzi, smack the paparazzi (do it)
Smack the paparazzi, smack the paparazzi
Smack the paparazzi, smack the paparazzi

Smack the paparazzi
His camera drops it
The look on his face
Like "I can’t believe he clocked me"
Stop being so cocky when you try to stop me
Just "t-t-t-t-the" chew what you can and don’t try to mock me
Antagonistic talking to much lipstick
You would think you wanted me to slap you like a bitch, quick
All up in my business when I am trying to get down
In the back seat of my mini I am trying to hit this round
Down town july brown the bully was popping out
I am stroking like clowns when the paparazzi are popping out
He went *click click click* with his Canon
I went ** with my hands, son

Smack the paparazzi (oh), the paparazzi (yeah)
Smack the paparazzi (smack ’em), the paparazzi (oh)
Smack the paparazzi, smack the paparazzi (smack 'em)
Smack the paparazzi, smack the paparazzi (smack 'em)
Smack the paparazzi, smack the paparazzi (smack 'em)

Oh no! they "had" it again
I saw my house with "a jackelelins"
They out there in a Pinto, every day of every week
A man in my window try to stub me in my freak (oohh)
They always want my picture, “tryin stalkin maker”
They sell my photos, they’re taking me to the highest bidder
Well take another pic of me, and I might hurt you
I feel like Ike and you just might be Tina Turner
Eyo son, you better run cause I got the burner
You shoot at me, I shoot at you but this time is murder

Smack the paparazzi (oh), the paparazzi (hey!)
Smack the paparazzi (smack 'em), the paparazzi (hit 'em in the head)
Smack the paparazzi (the face), the paparazzi (all over the place)
Smack the paparazzi (yeah), the paparazzi (oh)
Smack the paparazzi, smack the paparazzi (in the head)
Smack the paparazzi, smack the paparazzi (smack 'em)
Smack the paparazzi, smack the paparazzi (smack 'em)

Smack the paparazzi, the paparazzi
Smack the paparazzi, the paparazzi
Smack the paparazzi, smack the paparazzi
Smack the paparazzi, smack the paparazzi
Smack the paparazzi, smack the paparazzi


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