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Bust down on ya bitch
Popstar I'm the shit
Bust down on ya bitch baby
Popstar I'm the shit baby
Tummy full but I just ate
Making money now I'll make money later
Aye yeah
I just cant behave yeah
Erupt like Pompeii yeah
I can not be caged yeah
No Guantanamo Bay, yeah
Bust down on your bitch
Popstar, I'm the shit
Change up my language I told you in confidence some things they really don't change
Bitches and bottles I pull on my throttle and hope that they don't stay the same
Pour me some henny befriending my enemies just to get skin in the game
Pop me another bitch pour me another, I just don't wanna feel anything
Don't wanna feel anything
I do not care who you came with
I rock with the 8 on some gang shit
Baraka cant stop let the bass hit
Aye okay I been the god, I bend 'em over
In position
Never sober, disposition
I done told 'em
Best to ever get it and I'm nothing but raw
Pull up my socks
Lil bitty wanna slide and I go in it raw
If I'm getting chicken nuggets better come with the sauce
Fil' A bitch put the meat to her jaw
I'm watching it drop
I'm a wise man she be seeing a star
Treat her like a queen the tiara fell off
Pissing 'em off
They know that I'm on
Next up something I been saying too long
Imma beast imma king imma muhfuckin' problem
Walk in the spot check your god damn posture
Everybody bring it and I'll eat it like a potluck
Good luck y'all need it cause y'all just cant stop me
You gon' need a nine or a knife just to drop me
Ill be
Watching
Wishing
Hoping
Prolly
Got a sweet life, catch me running through a lobby
Yeah I'm gettin' cocky
If nobody want it then nobody top me
Take notes on the style