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Popstar
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Popstar was released on March 16, 2024 by 943520 Records DK as a part of the album Popstar - Single
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Release DateMarch 16, 2024
Label943520 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM103

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Bellamy
David Bellamy
Songwriter

Lyrics

(Ouu Fredo)
Bouta score the bucket, I ain't waiting till the clock start
It's a Green Day in this room, bitch, we rockstars
You the type start up at the bench, I'm the top star
.40 really make a **** toasted like a Pop Tart
Shit, I got heavy metal in this kit, bitch, I rock hard
Told myself in 2025, I will not starve
I got many different bags, you might see me on the pop charts
Moon walking on the frank benji's, I'm a pop star
On his Handy Mandy shit, cuzzy tripping with a few tools
Steady lying out your teeth, that's gon' leave you with a loose tooth
Fuck her then it's vámonos, I really hit her too smooth
Bitch I'm too rude, if you play, you get the deuce-deuce
Pikachu, world's biggest simp, bitch, I choose you
Got a good connection to the cash, call it Bluetooth
My dawg ain't really right up in the head, he got a blew fuse
Keep it quiet, I don't like to talk when I make new moves
Driving hella fast, don't give a fuck who recognize me
Only see the real, leave the fake shit behind me
Brody give it up, why the fuck is yo' bitch eyeing me?
Doubt me all you want, let the t-t-t-t-time speak
Really outer space, that's the place that you can find me
You gotta be more than loyal to me to surprise me
She gotta do more to give me head to excite me
Tryna count the money like the pages of a diary
Ayy, fuck an opposition till I'm six feet
Smack a ****, put his ass to bed, he need a deep sleep
The way I'm running with the bag, you'll need quick feet
If you tryna stop me from a dub, you need a big reach
Rain drops, can't stop the cash like I'm Big Meech
Loudest ones talking out they crew be the weakest link
All the hoes treat me like I'm gold like a Jesus piece
Can't nobody see my next move, fuck a sneak peek
Dumbass
Fuck you and who you came with
And don't be worried 'bout the **** who I hang with
I do this shit on my own, I don't lane switch
They opened the gates to the streets for yo' main bitch
Money morning and a money night like I change shifts
High as fuck, catching Lani Worrld on a spaceship
Man, I can't do no old hoes, but you ancient
Tryna help my bros, ain't no moving on no fake shit
Shit, cocaines on my feet, white lows
Growing out of ****, kiddy shit is getting old
I'm a different type of **** when I get up in that mode
For my dogs like I'm Drake, I don't care about my foes
Like damn, you a rookie, you can't hang with the pros
I'ma shine bright, bitch no matter where I go
Ain't no lame in my body from my head to my toes
I'ma ball even if I'm getting booed at my shows
Bitch, I'm really ballin' hard like a free throw
Get money and keep yo' head low, that's the cheat code
I got villain vibes, ain't the type to save cheap hoes
Told her we can shoot a movie scene with no sequels
Shit, I been spying at the snakes through the peephole
Really, I'm a rockstar **** with an ego
Tryna up the cash amount like Casinos
It's forever get the money, stack it up with my 'migos
Written by: David Bellamy
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