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lirik lagu my pop star sh!t – absolut-p

[intro]
(uh*oh, close the door!)

[chorus]
pop my sh*t, i’mma pop my sh*t
wok in me, it’s why i walk like this
if you cross me, you’ll never get me again
i’m forever solo, i keep n*ggas where i keep em
pop my sh*t, i’mma pop my sh*t
wok in me, it’s why i walk like this
aye, stay geeked up, it is what it is
perc with the jigga, it will rocafella
pop my sh*t, i’mma pop my sh*t
wok in me, it’s why i walk like this
her face pretty, so she think she sl!ck
her ass fat, so them n*ggas kiss it
pop my sh*t, i’mma pop my sh*t
wok in me, it’s why i walk like this
ringtone off, cause i don’t f*ck with them b*tches

[verse 1]
plug got them beans, he jus waitin for them to hit
bad b*tch all on my team, just off the penmanship
writing my wrongs and evolving considerably
we all got vices, don’t be pot, calling kettle black
little b*tch i’m tryna see what you into
you know i stay geeked, stay with a freak*a*leak
sell ya baby daddy a pint, then hit dt
playin on my phone, little n*gga you cheap
askin for bars n*gga, youtube smack dvd
hit up g*nius, read my lyrics then read it and weep
been up three days like f*ck counting sheep
munch on a cap and stem, three piece
eat a slow rapper, then fall fast asleep
impossible whopper, you don’t want beef
i’ll sell you a slap, i’m a karate instructor
she bought a new dress, ain’t get no pics in it, now she aggy
textin me bullsh*t like, where you daddy
i’m in my zone
feel like swizz beatz, and i’m yellin’ out showtime
poppin my sh*t, little n*gga from the north*side mean big business
no i ain’t no rapper, i be movie spitting
my brothers, keep, the piece like a hippie
stay to yourself and just mind yo business
mixin’ up medicine like a chemist
n*gga got the*dream, like he wrote umbrella

[verse 2]
i told you that
she always b*tt dial me, her ass too fat
keep real n*ggas round me, that’s a fact
n*ggas dusty like a relic, wonder who dressed ya
know i got the energy, you know that i’m special
gucci skully on my head, yeah, a n*gga hardheaded
n*gga out at night just like a dog catcher
chico bean, you a funny n*gga
pop two beans, pose for some pictures
so fresh so clean, dungeon family
all of my n*ggas, we hippies, no woodstock
come alive at night like a vampire
young chris and young neef, i can’t stop, won’t stop
don’t care about opinions, n*gga know that i’m hot
smokin’ exotic, playin’ afrika bambaataa
fly like a pilot tryna touch the sky
got the cool like lupe, yeah, hip*hop saved my life
related to cruella de vil, i do b*tches bad
ain’t talking web browsers, i’m on a tab
had to cut some n*ggas off cause, they was tryna do me bad
i got appeal, like a scab
you ain’t been real, since a fetus
y’all be wantin’ to support yo patna so bad
spit a imax film, i know you gone feel it
smokin’ out the pound, and yo bag it got kernels in it, i can smell it

[chorus]
pop my sh*t, i’mma pop my sh*t
wok in me, it’s why i walk like this
i’m forever solo, i keep n*ggas where i keep em
pop my sh*t, i’mma pop my sh*t
wok in me, it’s why i walk like this
aye, stay geeked up, it is what it is
perc with the jigga, it will rocafella
(uh*oh, close the door)

- absolut p

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