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letra de pop star - cantrell

[intro]
my nephew the one— know what i’m sayin‘— really broadcast this sh-t live
ya understand me?
show you how we out here poppin’ this sh-t
out here in rare form with this sh-t
ya’mean. boy real sh-t no disrespect…
i don’t— i don’t know who you is, real sh-t, but ya’mean?
boy f-ck ya

[chorus: cantrell]
all my women bad know they mad that they lost me
one look at my call log ooo it’s like a mosh pit
i been paying dues, boy don’t ask what it cost me
i am not pop star really i just pop sh-t
(hmph. yeah)
i just pop sh-t
i ain’t get a penny for my time, but the watch sick
don’t know what they thought, let ‘em talk, it’s just gossip ima chase a milli with my dawg, split the profit
[verse 1: cantrell]
they want me the rappin‘ black bieber
but mama had to whip whip bieber
they think i’m a new jack, rap like a vet, 2 seater
truck full of all of my negus, for reala

[verse 2: cantrell]
got a baby at the crib so i gotta get rich
if it’s money on his head put a dot on that b-tch
this is god talk, n-gga f-ck a lottery pick
i’m from the bottom with this with i mean i—
(hmph. wait)
i been doing this sh-t, since i was a jit…
i just fl!ck wrist
dip sh-ts, tell ‘em that you rap, they just nit pick
sick b-tch. i could fit yo’ crib in my spirit boy this rich sh-t
i might throw some ds on that b-tchh, get it lit lit
(ok) yung boi boy selling that
audio crack make the devil mad
friends on my line, shawty on my line, say that we don’t talk enough i can sit with you or run the numbers and the summer up
i’m numbing up
[verse 3: louis iv]
i am not a pop star n-ggaa i’m a block star
can’t expect that boy to keep it gangsta if he not one
every time i post a different b-tchh i gotta block some (hmph)
that sh-t embarrassing, the way i’m poppin’ sh-t off in this b-tch they say i’m arrogant
my main b-tch at the w my side hoe at the sheraton
don’t run yo’ mouth too much my dawgs’ll load up in that caravan (shhhhh)
send the blitz please, get a n-gga swizz cheezed
i been pullin up in different whips since i was 16
told lil mama she gon’ need a pillow for her bent knees
i been running up that dirty money but it print clean…
ok

[outro: cousin uey] whaddup cuz?
this couzin uey
brangin u some light
& a thought to think twice water
gives life & found in anythang
fire
gives life but devours many thangs this is life
this is growth
& it’s plight
what’s left & what’s right?
what have u found being lost? hopefully it’s god
imagine being christ
given life
to give yo..life
shade comes when u giving light look outside yourself to get insight
look within to see him, her, & them & then you’ll get it right
we’re all the same
just yin & yang
identical different thangs
whatchu give, u gain
whatchu lost, u give
this is, the givers pain
but who could u really blame?
& what’s healing, without any pain?

- cantrell

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