Correction Lyrics Pop Star (Edited) by Kevin Gates

Featuring(s) : Kevin Gates

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(Pop star) They gon' tell you I went
They gon' tell you I went
They gon' tell you I went
Pop star (Pop star)
What they gon' tell you? (Huh)

They prolly tell you I went pop (Huh?)
Until a ***** play with me and he get popped (Yeah)
I'm on front row at BET without my Glock (Huh?)
I'm ready to beat a ***** up like I'm The Rock (Let's go)
And she ready to sweep a ***** up because he hot (Mm, mm)
She ready to eat a ***** up until he lock (Yeah)
She hit the brakes and speed it up like she a car (Hmm)
Now she got her hands behind her head like I'm a cop (Huh)
I told her "**** the police", yeah

She right beside me and she sendin' nudes (Let's go)
You ****** my *****? That's cool, I'm ******' ****** *******, too
If you try my shoes, they ain't gon' fit, man, you wear different shoes (Uh, uh)
Had to dumb it down for them to bite, now it's time to switch the groove (Okay, okay)
I pull up smooth wit' my lil' bae, but I coulda came wit' your boo (Uh-huh)
If you wit' the **** like I'm wit' the ****, when they play they gon' make the news (Yeah)
I was in your sis on Sunday at your grandma place, she cool (Uh-huh)
And if she raised you, I don't want her plate, no, I ain't even take her food (No thanks)

Baby bougie, he be turnin' down all kinda ****
He took my ***** in Nike, I'm rockin' designer clothes
I told her "Sorry, I'm not ******', baby I'm not a ***"
Had ******* knockin' at my door like they was Domino's

They gon' say I went pop (Huh?)
Until a ***** play with me and he get popped (Yeah)
I'm on front row at BET without my Glock (Huh?)
I'm ready to beat a ***** up like I'm The Rock (Let's go)
And she ready to sweep a ***** up because he hot (Mm, mm)
She ready to eat a ***** up until he lock (Yeah)
She hit the brakes and speed it up like she a car (Hmm)
Now she got her hands behind her head like I'm a cop (Huh)
I told her "**** the police", yeah

Takin' a trip to Mexico, I'm comin' right back in town (Órale)
I sell a lotta perico, been tryna slow it down (Tryna slow it down)
Takin' a four, I put a two on that and then I make it bounce (Boing)
I took a thirty-six to a hundred and eight and weigh up every ounce
I'm a plug, workin' a drug hub out in H-town (Hey)
Hey, what up? You my lil' love bug, you with Gates now
********* while I grip her waist, push her face down (Yeah)
Concentrate (Boom), this that bass, makin' great sounds (Boom, boom, boom)
Got a graveyard up under my belt, more murders than New Mexico
Thirty round extension, mini Glizzy and I'm servin' ****
I'm up in rank in the cartel, I got control in this ***** (Nyoom)
And still, I'll book you for a show and get you showed in this *****
Swear you want a don dada, b*t*h, we Puerto Rico gangland
A hundred bricks ain't nuttin', I pushed a button and make the plane land
Show some of you ****** how to grind up out the hole
Then I tied ya in with 'migo then I got you, he just told

Yeah, he just told you how to pop (Huh?)
Until a ***** play with me and he get popped (Yeah)
I'm on front row at BET without my Glock (Huh?)
I'm ready to beat a ***** up like I'm The Rock (Let's go)
And she ready to sweep a ***** up because he hot (Mm, mm)
She ready to eat a ***** up until he lock (Yeah)
She hit the brakes and speed it up like she a car (Hmm)
Now she got her hands behind her head like I'm a cop (Huh)
I told her "**** the police", yeah

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