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fudge - popstar shit lyrics

[verse 1: michael christmas]
i’m rock ‘n rolling
lock, stock, & two smoking barrels with my homies
london boy, jason statham
(?) if i go to prison
these n-gg-s know my vision, i don’t need no revision
i get money all the ways that i had dreamed of, this rhythm
i got to get them
drop so much hot sh-t like sriracha dinner
they pulling cards, imma go fish ’em
i promise i don’t trust no n-gg- (none of you)
if god didn’t have a sense of humor, why’d he make me funny
and if you grew up ugly then you probably getting money
and if you grew up c-cky then you probably working (?)
punk n-gg-, you went left trying to punk n-gg-s
you so dramatic, (?) n-gg-s
and now you blowing (?) n-gg-s
these black shades, i’m the one n-gg-
mr. anderson, don’t embarr-ss him
i’m doging bullets, jackie chan and them
get stripped like (?) and them

[hook: michael christmas]
quality sh-t talking talking
rockstar sh-t, popstar sh-t
i’m a seedless n-gg- get a popstar b-tch
yeah
(x2)

[bridge: michael christmas]
dark alleyways got celebrities doing cocaine
all they wanna do is come back like rogaine
sh-t get me shook when the door close
cause they got some more hoes
so they could deliver like digiornos
that’s the point of hoes

[verse 2: michael christmas]
i’m sipping liquor just so i can figure
all the times that i felt like a b-tch
when i was dreaming of a championship
last picked in my recess click
and try to bury all the memories
rearrange, your energy building
shows i done filled it
hit up hoes from way back when
then hit it off of guilt sh-t
i could be a business
or i could get a whip and try to fly if off a building
which one would make me less p-ssy
which one would make me less shook
which one would make me living legend
get a reverend
tell him bless him, he’s a master do not test him
heaven sent him, lie a message
keenan ivory got the letter
n-gg-

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