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neighborhood ceo – pop star lyrics

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[intro: shrimp kaash]

neu wave

[chorus: shrimp kaash]
n-ggas be talkin’ that bullsh-t can’t tell me sh-t bout a b-tch (yeaaah yeah yeah)
f-ck that lil whodie i kicked that b-tch out like she didn’t pay the rent (yeaaah yeah yeah)
n-ggas be actin’ like they got that money but how much you spending’ (spendin’)
i was down bad showin’ my -ss but i kept me a glizzy
i kept me a glizzy
bang on a b-tch (uh uh)
i’m bout to stiff arm a b-tch (uh uh)
get out my way with that sh-t (yeah)
i’m bout to flex on a b-tch (yeah aye)
popstar popstar feel like a rockstar rockstar driving the latest car
i’m bout to smash on this b-tch i’m bout to smash on this b-tch

[verse 1: shrimp kaash]
pull up on you shoot like halo
stack up this cash then i lay low
i gotta get to these pesos
slam down a b-tch like a domino
break down a b-tch like a domino
slam down a brick like a lego
break down a b-tch like a lego
murder murder yeah she wrote
cause i’m bout to k!ll me some sh-t
came in this b-tch watch ill and sh-t (yeah)
b-tch i’m a dog roof
2 door coupe orange i peeled off the roof
choppa pick up some sh-t like a vacuum
ride the wave typhoon
pop me some sh-t like july 4th oooouu
i ain’t finna play with you
down bad on my -ss you n-ggas didn’t give a f-ck about shrimp kaash
y’all see that i’m up in i’m on my way to the top y’all trying to set me in the trap
i ain’t finna have that bullsh-t
pull up on you with a full clip
and i’ma let that b-tch rip (uh)
double cup act i sip (yeaaah yeah yeah)

[chorus: shrimp kaash]
n-ggas be talkin’ that bullsh-t can’t tell me sh-t bout a b-tch (yeaaah yeah yeah)
f-ck that lil whodie i kicked that b-tch out like she didn’t pay the rent (yeaaah yeah yeah)
n-ggas be actin’ like they got that money but how much you spending’ (spendin’)
i was down bad showin’ my -ss but i kept me a glizzy
i kept me a glizzy
bang on a b-tch (uh uh)
i’m bout to stiff arm a b-tch (uh uh)
get out my way with that sh-t (yeah)
i’m bout to flex on a b-tch (yeah aye)
popstar popstar feel like a rockstar rockstar driving the latest car
i’m bout to smash on this b-tch i’m bout to smash on this b-tch

[verse 2: one glo]
rockstar rockstar
hop in the coupe like a frog
i heard these n-ggas been cappin’ well guess what we gone shoot at em all
move in yo hood and set shop
when i was broke but i still kept a glock
if i slide on that boy i won’t stop, i won’t stop (yeah)
i tried to tell em the truth
i had to cut off the roof
200 on the dash n-gga i swear to god imma do what it do
i swear ain’t coming to play
i need that bag yeah i need bag yeah i need that bag today
and this for all these clown -ss b-tches please stay out of my face
imma park in the hood and bet n0body say a thang
and i’m one glo and y’all know that i keep that thang
im up aim and i swear to god that b-tch gon’ bang
yeah that b-tch gon’ bang

[chorus: shrimp kaash]
n-ggas be talkin’ that bullsh-t can’t tell me sh-t bout a b-tch (yeaaah yeah yeah)
f-ck that lil whodie i kicked that b-tch out like she didn’t pay the rent (yeaaah yeah yeah)
n-ggas be actin’ like they got that money but how much you spending’ (spendin’)
i was down bad showin’ my -ss but i kept me a glizzy
i kept me a glizzy
bang on a b-tch (uh uh)
i’m bout to stiff arm a b-tch (uh uh)
get out my way with that sh-t (yeah)
i’m bout to flex on a b-tch (yeah aye)
popstar popstar feel like a rockstar rockstar driving the latest car
i’m bout to smash on this b-tch i’m bout to smash on this b-tch



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