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[tana]
Ain't no paparazzi, no, we don't do photos (No, no, no)
I be fresh as hell when I hop out that four-door (Skrr, skrr, skrr)
If I tell her, "Yeah," then I know she on go though (Skrr, skrr, skrr)
We was broke as hell, we don't go through that no more (Skrrt)
I just did a Roxy...