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3ag pilot & popstar benny - overnight celebrity lyrics

[intro]
(popstar)
(tylur, you’re so…)
(mikey)
uh
(popstar worldwide, popstar worldwide, pop…)
(it’s like a tongue twister, popstar worldwide)

[verse 1]
yeah, two guns up, me and twin back+to+back
if he lack, we’ll take a n+gga’s sack
fell off, got the pack, got the ship back on track
i could still get you whacked even though a n+gga rap
in the field, you gon’ die if you slower to react
n+gga lied to me, hit his block, return him with the mac
n+ggas say they lookin’ for it, but they know where we be at
everything you did invalid when you turned into a rat
put the fifty on the bottom of an ordinary strap
told the doctor had a cough when i was runnin’ out of act’
[chorus]
i can put a n+gga on thе front screen
i was in the trenches throwin’ big b’s
solo dolo with a carbon 15
motorola, bunny callin’, b+tch plеase
light and hit up his show tonight
fully knock him out his clothing line
two sticks and a loaded 9
i can make you a celebrity overnight
i can put a n+gga on the front page
i been pullin’ b+tches off the runway
put them bags on the plane and they’re goin’ one way
trap boomin’, it was only monday
hang out the window with k!ller intent
with bl!cks, heart cold like december the 6th
i sip on purple rain like i’m with prince
a drought, well f+ck it, i’m sippin’ on tris

[verse 2]
get the pack, then i break down the extra
she asked when we gon’ date, i said never
my lil’ b+tch coi leray, i ain’t pressa
when i pressed press+to+start, it impressed her
prolly f+ck a n+gga’s ho tonight
bullet hit his mouth, he got an overbite
n+gga try me at the show tonight
i’ma make him a celebrity overnight
i’ma put a p+ssy n+gga on the news
i was steppin’ on a n+gga’s new shoes
kinda sad when i was countin’ up the blues
thirty round on the bottom of the…
thirty round on the bottom of the stick
n+gga started from the bottom, now we this
pullin’ up with a model type of b+tch
burner phone, i’ll get a n+gga hit
flashy, cook it up like culinary arts
walked down on him ‘fore the n+gga even parked
talk down on us, we remember the remarks
i run out of bullets, i’ma hit him with a dart
don’t come to the light if it happen in dark
sh+t like computers, we load up a car
feel like a demon controlling my arm
pew+pew+pew, pew+pew+pew, shots goin’ everywhere
i was smack+dab in the hood, you was never there
came out of prison and ran it up every year
[chorus]
i can put a n+gga on the front screen
i was in the trenches throwin’ big b’s
solo dolo with a carbon 15
motorola, bunny callin’, b+tch please
light and hit up his show tonight
fully knock him out his clothing line
two sticks and a loaded 9
i can make you a celebrity overnight
i can put a n+gga on the front page
i been pullin’ b+tches off the runway
put them bags on the plane and they’re goin’ one way
trap boomin’, it was only monday
hang out the window with k!ller intent
with bl!cks, heart cold like december the 6th
i sip on purple rain like i’m with prince
a drought, well f+ck it, i’m sippin’ on tris

- 3ag pilot popstar benny lyrics

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