Kalan.FrFr. – Popstar Lyrics

Popstar Lyrics By Kalan.FrFr.

Real popstar, I pop my sh!t
Real chandelier, my neck, my wrist
Real n!gga* love it when I talk like this
Bad b!tches love it ’cause I talk my sh!t
Bankrolls, got it, so I got my stick
Chandelier again, my neck, my wrist
Real rockstar, spent a grip on my fit
Real popstar, I be poppin’ my sh!t

I got b!tches passing out, man, I’m Mike Jack
VVS’s in my mouth, yeah, I know she like that
Booty like she from the South, yeah, I like that
All these hunnids falling out my pocket, it be like that
I go put that p*ssy on a private, that’s a nice stash
Baby started talking ’bout a ring, I got side tracked
Baby started taking off her jeans, I did not ask
Yeah, when you really popping, it be like that

Yeah, when you a private client, you ain’t thinking about no price tags
Yeah, if shorty want a bag, then you buy the bag
Made a half a million last year, ain’t take no advance
She know if she coming to the crib, she ain’t wearing panties
She know I’m the realest n!gga in it, I don’t need a Grammy
She wanna steal my kids, wanna steal a family
She wanna drive the Benz, she wanna meet my granny
Lil’ mama said she love me, I know she capping

Real popstar, I pop my sh!t
Real chandelier, my neck, my wrist
Real n!gga* love it when I talk like this
Bad b!tches love it ’cause I talk my sh!t
Bankrolls, got it, so I got my stick
Chandelier again, my neck, my wrist
Real rockstar, spent a grip on my fit
Real popstar, I be poppin’ my sh!t

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Real popstar I be popping my sh!t
She know I’m a star, so she popping that sh!t
Locking that sh!t
Dropping that sh!t
Caught her in bodega, she was rocking that sh!t
She know I’m a player
Every time I’m popping out, they know I’m popping paper
Balling like a—
You know why your ho keep calling, I’m up
Star, I got all the H0es falling on us
Star, in my hood they know all about us

Right wrist popping
Left wrist popping
Necklace popping
Paper in my pocket
Baby, say cheese, paparazzi
Big body dripping down all on my sleeve
Fresh as f*ck, dripping from my head to my feet
Popstar, these n!gga* don’t pop it like me

Real popstar, I pop my sh!t
Real chandelier, my neck, my wrist
Real n!gga* love it when I talk like this
Bad b!tches love it ’cause I talk my sh!t
Bankrolls, got it, so I got my stick
Chandelier again, my neck, my wrist
Real rockstar, spent a grip on my fit
Real popstar, I be poppin’ my sh!t