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aftrr! - popstar lyrics

[chorus: aftrr!]
i’m on my popstar sh+t
drop the bugatti, my choppa don’t miss
i’m on the top with a pretty lil’ b+tch
that hoe wanna f+ck with me, she want a kiss
feel like i’m k!llua, go get ’em gone
shawty sip henny, we sip on patron
breakin’ her back like toblerone
spinnin’ it back, movin’ along
i’m on my popstar sh+t
drop the bugatti, my choppa don’t miss
i’m on the top with a pretty lil’ b+tch
that hoe wanna f+ck with me, she want a kiss
feel like i’m k!llua, go get ’em gone
shawty sip henny, we sip on patron
breakin’ her back like toblerone
spinnin’ it back, movin’ along
[verse 1: aftrr!]
wake up no stylist, like lone
i’m with a bad b+tch givin’ me dome
top gun maverick, i stay off the road
like a bad habit, i wish i had known
wish i had known
uppin’ thе scope
shoot ’em like photo
i’m in my zonе
i don’t need no hoes, i’m on my own
smokin’ that gas got me high as a drone
wouldn’t even f+ck with no lame hoe
walkin’ around with my draco, my draco, mm
stackin’ my bread like lego
that hoe, she mad at me but do as i say so, mm
take a drive out to viejo
findin’ the bag like i’m dora, diego, mm
across the world, count up the peso
in the coupe sippin’ on wock like it’s faygo
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
uh, i’ma go get me a bag and i know that hoe mad ’cause she got too attached
uh, can’t give a f+ck ’cause i’m way too up, i had to live that lil’ hoe in the past

[verse 2: aftrr!]
hop in the wraith, goin’ ghost, casper
hoe went to church and she call me her pastor
grabbin’ the sheets, on her knees like, “go faster”
spanish b+tch all up on my meat like al pastor
l.a. boy, they love me in the 6 like a raptor
22’s my pocket, you empty, you capper
i keep me a uzi like it do not matter
singing on plugg beats, i guess i’m a rapper
this sh+t way too free like a game, no parappa
i got ya hoe at my crib and she beg for the d+ck
why the h+ll she gon’ ask me to slap her?
pull up, my glock out
you get worked, you clock out
got new shoes, i rock out
got money, might drop out
feel like i’m him ’cause, lil’ b+tch, i am him
i got glocks, same tint as the coupe when i pop out
[verse 3: kuriosity]
walk in that b+tch and i pop out
that n+gga a pebble, my gang, we gon’ rock out
i ball like dwayne, i feel like the rock now
they beggin’ for fame, they sucking on c+ck now
i told her if she want it, she can get it
i talk to the devil, he gave me a job
i’m high as a b+tch, i be talking to god
got a morty and a rick with a d+ck, no ross
he tryna compare, go look at your stats, lil’ n+gga
like, why is you scared of a rack, lil’ n+gga?
that glock on me, finna attack, lil’ n+gga
i’m putting that b+tch in my pack, lil’ n+gga
don’t call me your motherf+ckin’ slatt, my n+gga
i’m hitting that b+tch from the back, lil’ n+gga
i’m getting the b+tch the bag, lil’ n+gga
oh my god

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