Lyrics:
sandy beaches
even the paparazzi tries to peep us
disguised with dark shades and fake beards
a lucky photographer noticed Tyra Banks here
but
And scream
Oh, ooh; telling you all
That you never wanted to know
Showing what
You didn't want shown
This photographer
He must have really had
assistance to the object
Photographers snip snap
Take your time she's only burning
This kind of experience
Is necessary for her learning
If you'll be
जाउ यादगार अपनी
तमन्ना हैं की मर कर छोड़ जाउ यादगार अपनी
किसी photographer से मेरा फोटो खींचा देना
मरीज-ए-इश्क़ हू आए जानेमन, मेरी दुआ लेना
ये हसरत हैं
yours
She loves glamor bought Vera Wang sandals
Valentino bags is my etiquette
My man is half hood half class
Photographers cameras caught us out there
on the telephone
And the stars only come out at night
When the press and photographers moan and groan
And the Playboy centerfold leaves me cold
And that ain't
Every bitch I had look like they got booty shots
Gonna likes to shoot but not the same object that Kool got
Kool is my photographer, ain't know if
Remember, whatever discipline you're in
Whether you're a musician or a photographer
A fine artist or a cartoonist, a writer, a dancer
A singer,
way,
Who, who never told you,
About the perfect life,
Guess it's some kind of,
Some guarantee,
You'll never see.
If I was a photographer
there
So if you think you'll ever find a better paper in the world
You better go to church and say a prayer (and say a prayer)
They've got photographers
photographers I try to hide
Ladies with lingerie cry, cause I wear protection won't come inside
Places get empty when I leave
Pay butlers 600 dollars a minute
make my way through the reporters and photographers
I take my lady's hand I shake my attorney's
Slide in the back seat and let's begin this journey
Well, the hopeless defendant says it
The toilet attendant says it
The pornographer, the stenographer
And the fashion photographer
Babe, I'm on fire
every time you out in the hood, you got photographers wit' ya
What's going on? Ha!
Understand this is real life
This how it goes on, this how it goes
Well, the hopeless defendant says it
The toilet attendant says it
The pornographer, the stenographer
And the fashion photographer
Babe, I'm on fire
all clothes for the photographer
On video, show I makin' your girlfriend moan
'Cause I'm bad to the bone
the photographer, waving in his next subject
"I'd better" she twinkles, then runs off
To join her classmates
Like other exclusive London stage schools
Such as Sylvia
fuck, I don't trip
Nigga always gon' get him a bitch (mm-hmm)
Nigga, I'm sittin' courtside, poppin' my shit
Spillin' my popcorn, photographers' diggin'
make my way through the reporters and photographers
I take my lady's hand, I shake my attorney's
Slide in the back seat and let's begin this journey
Told
time you see me out you
Know it's a movie like Regal
Cinema, Lil Chrissy, that's my photographer
Lil Boat, he going very far
Burnin' up like Sean Paul
You know it’s a movie like regal
Cinema, lil' Chrissy that's my photographer
Lil Boat be going very far
Burnin’ up like Sean Paul
Stack it up so I can
sees you back
You're the photographer
You take the photograph
If you don't like the way
The way it looks at you
You've got all the power to choose
Turn
no picture
I know it's your profession
But read their intentions
They ain't paying male photographers to shoot that same session
And that felt so
to handsome to be rapping
bitch I'm a model
[Chorus]
Bitch I'm a model
Called a photographer
Dressed like I'm going to a photo shoot partner
Bitch I'm
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