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POP STAR (feat. Kevin Gates)
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(Pop star, CashmoneyAP) They gon' tell you I went They gon' tell you I went They gon' tell you I went Pop star (Pop star) What they gon' tell you (Huh) They prolly tell you I went pop (Huh?) Until a bitch play with me and he get popped (Yeah I'm on front row at BET without my Glock (Huh?) I'm ready to beat a bitch up like I'm The Rock (Let's go And she ready to sweep a bitch up because he hot (Mm, mm She ready to eat a bitch up until he lock (Yeah She hit the brakes and speed it up like she a cop (Hmm) Now she got her hands behind her head like I'm a cop (Huh) I told her "**** the police", yea She right beside me and she sendin' nudes (Let's go) You **** my bitch? That's cool, I'm ****ing niggas' bitches, to If you try my shoes, they ain't gon' fit, Man, you wear different shoes (Uh, uh) Had to dumb it down for them to bite, Now it's time to switch the groove (Okay, okay) I pull up smooth wit' my lil' bae, But I coulda came wit' your boo (Uh huh) If you wit' the shit like I'm wit' the shi When they play they gon' make the news (Yeah) I was in your sis on Sunday at your grandma place, she cool (Uh huh) And if she raised you, I don't want her plate, no, I ain't even take her food (No thanks) Baby bougie, he be turnin' down all kinda hoes He took my bitch in Nike, I'm rockin' designer clothe I told her "Sorry, I'm not ****ing, baby I'm not a h Had niggas knockin' at my door like they was Domino' They gon' say I went pop (Huh?) Until a bitch play with me and he get popped (Yeah I'm on front row at BET without my Glock (Huh?) I'm ready to beat a bitch up like I'm The Rock (Let's go And she ready to sweep a bitch up because he hot (Mm, mm She ready to eat a bitch up until he lock (Yeah She hit the brakes and speed it up like she a cop (Hmm) Now she got her hands behind her head like I'm a cop (Huh) I told her "**** the police", yea Takin' a trip to Mexico, I'm comin' right back in town (órale) I sell a lotta perico, Been tryna slow it down (Tryna slow it down) Takin' a four, I put a two on that and then I make it bounce (Boing) I took a thirty six to a hundred And eight and weigh up every ounce I'm a plug, workin' a drug hub out in H-town (Hey) Hey, what up? You my lil' love bug, you with Gates now Penetrate while I grip her waist, push her face down (Yeah) Concentrate (Boom), this that bass, Makin' great sounds (Boom, boom, boom) Got a graveyard up under my belt, more murders than New Mexico Thirty round extension, mini Glizzy and I'm servin' coke I'm up in rank in the cartel, I got control in this bitch (Nyoom And still I'll book you for a show And get you showed in this bitch Swear you want a don dada, bitch, we Puerto Rico ganglan A hundred bricks ain't nuttin', I pushed a button and make the plane land Show some of you niggas how to grind up out the hol Then I tied ya in with 'migo then I got you, he just told Yeah, he just told you how to pop (Huh?) Until a bitch play with me and he get popped (Yeah I'm on front row at BET without my Glock (Huh?) I'm ready to beat a bitch up like I'm The Rock (Let's go And she ready to sweep a bitch up because he hot (Mm, mm She ready to eat a bitch up until he lock (Yeah She hit the brakes and speed it up like she a cop (Hmm) Now she got her hands behind her head like I'm a cop (Huh) I told her "**** the police", yea
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