Lyrics:
Go on and get ya' camera phone on, it's a photo shoot
It's a photoshoot
Girl, it's a photoshoot
Girl, it's a photoshoot
Girl, it's a photoshoot
K-Dot, pick up the phone, nigga
Every time I call, it's going to voicemail
Don't tell me they got you on some weirdo rap shit, nigga
No socks
Michael, Stevie, Donna
Saw all their pretty faces
They smiled we had so much to say
I tried to teach them by phone
(Hello, hello)
But they're never home
Ooh
There's a four by six of a sunset kiss
And one of you laughin' at me catching my first fish
One on Valentine's Day
With the mariachi band
(ProHoeZak music)
Get your ass off TikTok, doin' that nasty dance
Bitch, get my money (uh)
Get up, get your ass off IG (IG), all in the camera
Still here with who I started with
The game needed life, I put my heart in it
I blew myself up, I'm on some martyr shit
Carry the weight for my city
(319)
'Bout time, come in
Ow!
(319)
Take off your clothes
319
Bet you got a body, by God
Come on, let me see
you oughta
My camera's
driven in the dark
With echoes in my heart
Phone my family, tell them I'm lost
On the sidewalk
And, no, it's not OK
I smashed a camera
I want
goes (brr boop)
Like you on the other line
Run game on a rookie
'Cause I'm too sharp for that
Why don't you pick up the phone?
Pick up the phone
Passin around the Cosmo, wearin out the cell phone,
Make it to the beach by ten.
Flip flops and lip gloss, bikini tops and cut offs,
Baby let the games
Never trust a bitch who finds love in a camera
She will fuck you, then turn around and fuck a janitor
Set the parameters
You either with the pro
put ya number in this camera phone
And we can live like the camera's on
No strip, though these boys claiming they ball
Got no grip, though
My flow
Climb over to the passenger side and freeze.
[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
And once again it's on,
You should take a picture
With your camera phone.
Player she
to flashin' shit up like a camera
That phone ring, I'm baggin' shit up but I ain't trappin' her
You been at their throat lil' dawg, I ain't mad at ya
This
lucrative
We turned a negative into positive and we me
Making a lot of fucking money from it
By the way, smile for the camera
It’s not only paparazzi taking
when its beef
Hit yo phone, pull up by myself, and I play for keeps
Talkin' reckless, you could keep yo necklace, see me better eat
It's on the Bible,
broken
The bullet keeps on goin'
The grass grows back around the stone
And friends stop checkin' in on the phone
The camera crews have all moved
got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got money on my beeper, dead trees on my phone
Call up, ring once, hang up the phone
To let me know you made it home
Don't want nothing to be wrong with part-time lover
If she's with me I'll
Go on and get ya' camera phone on, it's a photo shoot
It's a photoshoot
Girl, it's a photoshoot
Girl, it's a photoshoot
Girl, it's a photoshoot
sandwich bags and Arm and Hammer
With a scale I'm going hammer
Trap jumpin I got junkies watchin burglar bars and cameras
Phone charging in my Monte
being followed by the hogs
One time's on my motherfuckin' line
Why the fuck the swine had to get behind a nigga like me
They must think it's a G
them flashin lights
......?
......?
no matter true or false
it is what it is
everywhere you go you're creeped by camera's and secret sources
payin' low
always got ears but don't listen
You can tell by all their ways
Stop and just listen
Ain't nothing been going on
But I see your phone is blowing up
So I
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