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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizePop Star (Feat. Kevin Gates)
They gon' tell you I wentThey gon' tell you I wentThey gon' tell you I wentPopstars, popstarsThey gon' tell youThey probably tell you I went 'Pop'Until a nigga play with me and he get poppedI'm on front row at BET without my GlockI'm ready to beat a nigga up like I'm The RockAnd she ready to sweep a nigga up because he hotShe ready to eat a nigga up until he lockShe hit the brakes and speed it up like she a carNow she got her hands behind her head like I'm a cop, huhI told her fuck the police, yeahShe right beside me and she sending nudesYou fuck my bitch, that's cool, I'm fucking niggas bitches tooIf you try my shoes, they ain't gone fitMe and you wear different shoesHad to dumb it down for them to biteNow it's time to switch the grooveI pulled up smooth, with my lil' baeBut I could've came with ya booIf you with the shit, like I'm with the shitAnd they play, they gone make the newsI was hitting yo sis on SundayAt your grandma place, she coolAnd if she raised you, I don't want her plateNo, I ain't even take her food(Baby bougie, he be turning down all kind of hoes)(He took my bitch in Nike, I'm rocking designer clothes)I told her, "Sorry I'm not fucking, baby, I'm not a hoe"Had bitches knocking at my door like they was dominoesThey gone say I went 'Pop'Until a nigga play with me and he get poppedI'm on front row at BET without my GlockI'm ready to beat a nigga up like I'm The RockAnd she ready to sweep a nigga up because he hotShe ready to eat a nigga up until he lockShe hit the brakes and speed it up like she a carNow she got her hands behind her head like I'm a cop, huhI told her fuck the police, yeahTaking a trip to Mexico, I'm coming right back to townI sell a lot of perico, been tryna slow it downTakin' a fo', I put a two on that and then I make it bounceI took the thirty-six to a hundred-eight and weigh up every ounceI'm a plug, working a drug hub out in H-townBae what up, you my lil' love bug, you with Gates nowPenetrate, while I grip her waist, push her face downConcentrate, boom, this that base, making grave soundsGot a graveyard up under my belt, more murders than New MexicoThirty-round extension, mini-glizzy and I'm surgicalI'm holding rank in the cartel, I got control in this bitchStill a book you for a show and get you showed in this bitchBread winner, don dada, bitch, we Puerto Rico ganglandA hundred bricks ain't nothing, I push the button and make the plane landShowed some of you niggas how to grind up out the wholeThen I tied you in with 'migo then I gotcha another lowYeah, he just told you how to 'Pop'Until a nigga play with me and he get poppedI'm on front row at BET without my GlockI'm ready to beat a nigga up like I'm The RockAnd she ready to sweep a nigga up because he hotShe ready to eat a nigga up until he lockShe hit the brakes and speed it up like she a carNow she got her hands behind her head like I'm a cop, huhI told her fuck the police, yeah
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