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Pop Star
by Merlin Miles
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Few things only I know ,they giving me eye rolls
Im making moves and get around i'm going viral
I trippled up my price i bet they double back
I cannot be humble when they tell me to relax
Aye , hard I go I got everything popping now this my show
Love so fake and the hate so real, she know i'm a pop star thats how I feel
You burn a bridge and I'm burning everything round it down
Niggas jumped shipped I built it back up and let them drown
Don't call me handsome Hand some pussy over please
Niggas morph into rats for that mother fuckin cheese
I know a boss in a honda and a bum in a benz
Niggas hoping round playing both sides of the fence
God Damn, i'm back and i'm better She get even wetter
That pussy some pressure, she get a diamond from me
Failed Math but i know when shit aint adding up
I aint humble no more i don't give a fuck
Im woke, im the shit and you fear it
I read you like lyrics you hate my appearance
Aint my problem nigga
Few things only I know ,they giving me eye rolls
Im making moves and get around I'm going viral
I trippled up my price I bet they double back
I cannot be humble when they tell me to relax
Aye , hard I go I got everything popping now this my show
Love so fake and the hate so real, she know I'm a pop star thats how I feel
New drip and I'm upgrading daily
Fuck from round me don't care bout your safety
This the part of my life where it's invite only
Wont touch it if it don't sound like macaroni
McQueens on my feet I don't care if they hurt
Duss'e vibes I'm hungover on sunday in church
Gotta thank somebody for the air in my lungs
Bitch I'm still going and you ain't think I'd be nothing
I work my ass off and still think i'm slacking
Figured out my worth and added some taxes
40 i ain't bust yet it shouldn't be jamming
Who you think you are? popstar who asking
Few things only I know ,they giving me eye rolls
Im making moves and get around I'm going viral
I trippled up my price I bet they double back
I cannot be humble when they tell me to relax
Aye , hard I go I got everything popping now this my show
Love so fake and the hate so real, she know I'm a pop star thats how I feel
Few things only I know ,they giving me eye rolls
Im making moves and get around i'm going viral
I trippled up my price i bet they double back
I cannot be humble when they tell me to relax
Aye , hard I go I got everything popping now this my show
Love so fake and the hate so real, she know i'm a pop star thats how I feel
You burn a bridge and I'm burning everything round it down
Niggas jumped shipped I built it back up and let them drown
Don't call me handsome Hand some pussy over please
Niggas morph into rats for that mother fuckin cheese
I know a boss in a honda and a bum in a benz
Niggas hoping round playing both sides of the fence
God Damn, i'm back and i'm better She get even wetter
That pussy some pressure, she get a diamond from me
Failed Math but i know when shit aint adding up
I aint humble no more i don't give a fuck
Im woke, im the shit and you fear it
I read you like lyrics you hate my appearance
Aint my problem nigga
Few things only I know ,they giving me eye rolls
Im making moves and get around I'm going viral
I trippled up my price I bet they double back
I cannot be humble when they tell me to relax
Aye , hard I go I got everything popping now this my show
Love so fake and the hate so real, she know I'm a pop star thats how I feel
New drip and I'm upgrading daily
Fuck from round me don't care bout your safety
This the part of my life where it's invite only
Wont touch it if it don't sound like macaroni
McQueens on my feet I don't care if they hurt
Duss'e vibes I'm hungover on sunday in church
Gotta thank somebody for the air in my lungs
Bitch I'm still going and you ain't think I'd be nothing
I work my ass off and still think i'm slacking
Figured out my worth and added some taxes
40 i ain't bust yet it shouldn't be jamming
Who you think you are? popstar who asking
Few things only I know ,they giving me eye rolls
Im making moves and get around I'm going viral
I trippled up my price I bet they double back
I cannot be humble when they tell me to relax
Aye , hard I go I got everything popping now this my show
Love so fake and the hate so real, she know I'm a pop star thats how I feel
