Popstar (Explicit)

作词 : Jamelle Lillard

作曲 : Jamelle Lillard

Verse:

I’m from the land just like Terrace Howard,

Got my own empire

Want a girl just like Britt Nicole

To set the world on fire

On the stove nigga watch me cook

On my Jamie Olie

I’m the man,

***** I’m way too groovy damn

I’m on my Austin Powers

Out da mud, to the next J Cole

All my bars a cold

Cap and gown like I’m dropped in gold

Now watch me strike a pose

I swear to gawd, ima run the show

Like its Drizzy whoa

Then drop the top on her only fans,

While in a Kia hoe

I watch that ass get bouncy

That ***** wet girl come drown me

A tidal wave or tsunami

Swimming my favorite hobby

Now when we in the lobby

We roll real deep big squady

Bad mind dem want to try me

That’s why dem tugs around me

The LV pouch for fashion

Don’t spend no time on caption

We tote dem pistols....action

Don’t make me break faction

Even with all of this clashin

Brake down the simple fractions

Moon walk like Michael Jackson

I know y’all feel this passion

Chorus:

Show the world you’re a pop star

You hit the stage

Them lights flashing like a cop car

Roll one smoke one

With David Foster

More life more drinks

For a rasta

Show the world you’re a pop star

You hit the stage

Them lights flashing like a cop car

Roll one smoke one

With David Foster

More life more drinks

For a rasta

Verse:

My migo called to tell me

KiDD Crash dawg you’re putting in work

That **** ditto, that **** sizzle,

And you damn near burnt the earth!

You outta pocket... in that rocket

Like you lol uzi vert...

Park the car...

Then start rhyming

I gotta order every hearse

For these rappers...

That I... murder

And these ******* and they feelings

How I’m living

All my dealings

Gotta own the highest ceiling

K-Dot the mood I’m feeling

Big shot, the west side villain

New car got power steering

Y’all Calm down y’all my children

I’m on some wavy shit

Keep it it player shit

Love all my haters *****

Who made this hit

Right there on her face

Is where she baby sits

Don’t take take no pics

Don’t keep evidence

Facebook watching shit

Pled the fifth

Hot sauce in my romans

On some spicy shit

Catch me on my Dennis Graham

I’m fly as far as paper planes go

Niggas push an old skool lac

That ***** throw back like Kango

AWAL give me that advance

I think I hit my stride whoa

I’m just tryna keep it G

As far as rubber bands go

Chorus:

Show the world you’re a pop star

You hit the stage

Them lights flashing like a cop car

Roll one smoke one

With David Foster

More life more drinks

For a rasta

Show the world you’re a pop star

You hit the stage

Them lights flashing like a cop car

Roll one smoke one

With David Foster

More life more drinks

For a rasta

Show the world you’re a pop star

You hit the stage

Them lights flashing like a cop car

Roll one smoke one

With David Foster

More life more drinks

For a rasta