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letra de pop star - dababy

[intro: dababy]
(pop star) 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)

[chorus: dababy]
they prolly tell you i went pop (huh?)
until a n-gga 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 n-gga up like i’m the rock (let’s go)
and she ready to sweep a n-gga up because he hot (mm, mm)
she ready to eat a n-gga 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 “f-ck the police”, yeah

[verse 1: dababy]
she right beside me and she sendin’ nudes (let’s go)
you f-ck my b-tch? that’s cool, i’m f-ckin’ n-ggas b-tches, too
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 sh-t like i’m wit’ the sh-t, 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)

[pre-chorus: kevin gates & dababy]
baby bougie, he be turnin’ down all kinda hoes
he took my b-tch in nike, i’m rockin’ designer clothes
i told her “sorry, i’m not f-ckin’, baby i’m not a ho”
had b-tches knockin’ at my door like they was domino’s

[chorus: dababy]
they gon’ say i went pop (huh?)
until a n-gga 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 n-gga up like i’m the rock (let’s go)
and she ready to sweep a n-gga up because he hot (mm, mm)
she ready to eat a n-gga 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 “f-ck the police”, yeah

[verse 2: kevin gates]
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 b-ss, 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’ c0ke
i’m up in rank in the cartel, i got control in this b-tch (nyoom)
and still i’ll book you for a show and get you showed in this b-tch
swear you want a don dada, b-tch, we puerto rico gangland
a hundred bricks ain’t nuttin’, i pushed a b-tton and make the plane land
show some of you n-ggas how to grind up out the hole
then i tied ya in with ‘migo then i got you, he just told

[chorus: dababy]
yeah, he just told you how to pop (huh?)
until a n-gga 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 n-gga up like i’m the rock (let’s go)
and she ready to sweep a n-gga up because he hot (mm, mm)
she ready to eat a n-gga 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 “f-ck the police”, yeah

- dababy

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