Popstar

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[Chorus]
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Bitches calling my phone like I'm
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 locked up, nonstop
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From the plane to the fucking 
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helicopter, yeah
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Cops pulling up like I'm giving 
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drugs out, I'm not
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I'm a popstar, not a doctor
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Bitches calling my phone like I'm
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 locked up, nonstop
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From the plane to the fucking 
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helicopter, yeah
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Cops pulling up like I'm giving 
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drugs out, I'm not
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I'm a popstar, not a doctor


[Verse 1]
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  Ayy, shawty with the long text,
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 I don't talk, ayy
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Shawty with the long legs, she 
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don't walk, she, yeah
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Last year, I kept it on the tuck, 
ayy
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Twenty Twenty, I came to fuck it up,
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 yeah
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I want a long life, a legendary one 
(Yeah)
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I want a quick death (Yeah), and an
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 easy one (Yeah)
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I want a pretty girl (Yeah), and an
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 honest one (Yeah)
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I want this drink (Yeah), and 
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another one, yeah
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And I'm troublesome, yeah
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I'm a popstar, but this shit ain't 
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bubblegum, yeah
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You would pro'ly think my manager 
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is Scooter Braun, yeah
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But my manager with twenty hoes in 
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Buddakan, yeah, ayy
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   Look, Ariana, Selena, my Visa
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It can take as many charges as it 
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needs to, my girl
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That shit platinum just like all of
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 my releases, my girl
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Niggas come for me, I tear them all
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 to pieces, my girl
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I'ma show your sexy ass what relief 
is, my girl
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Please don't take no shit that's 
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'bout to have you geeking
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And I'm not driving nothing that I 
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got to stick the keys in
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Wonder how I got this way? I swear I
 got the...


[Chorus]
Cm                       Fm      
Bitches calling my phone like I'm
               Cm
 locked up, nonstop
                    Fm       
From the plane to the fucking 
           Cm
helicopter, yeah
                Fm             
Cops pulling up like I'm giving 
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drugs out, I'm not
         Fm
I'm a popstar, not a doctor
Cm                       Fm      
Bitches calling my phone like I'm
               Cm
 locked up, nonstop
                    Fm       
From the plane to the fucking 
           Cm
helicopter, yeah
                Fm             
Cops pulling up like I'm giving 
            Cm
drugs out, I'm not
         Fm
I'm a popstar, not a doctor


[Verse 2]
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   I'm a popstar, not a doctor, 
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watch her
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Say she rep a whole different 
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block, so I blocked her
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Busy at the crib, cookin' salmon 
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with the lobster
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If we talking joints, it's just me 
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and David Foster
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Bodyguards don't look like Kevin 
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Costner, you tweaking
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Just pulled up to Whitney Houston, 
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Texas for the evening
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They tell the same story so much, 
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they start to believe it
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The ones that start like, "Drizzy's
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 shit was cool, but we even"
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   Man, how the fuck?
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Two, four, six, eight, watches 
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factory, so they appreciate
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Crown in my hand and I'm really 
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playing keep-away
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Shit don't even usually get this 
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big without a Bieber face
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Now, now, piece of cake, now, now, 
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Turks and Caic', yeah, yeah
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Go and get your friends, we can 
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sneak away, yeah, yeah
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Yeah, I keep a... like I keep the 
faith
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Wonder how I got this way? Swear I 
got the...


[Chorus]
Cm                       Fm      
Bitches calling my phone like I'm
               Cm
 locked up, nonstop
                    Fm       
From the plane to the fucking 
           Cm
helicopter, yeah
                Fm             
Cops pulling up like I'm giving 
            Cm
drugs out, I'm not
         Fm
I'm a popstar, not a doctor
Cm                       Fm      
Bitches calling my phone like I'm
               Cm
 locked up, nonstop
                    Fm       
From the plane to the fucking 
           Cm
helicopter, yeah
                Fm             
Cops pulling up like I'm giving 
            Cm
drugs out, I'm not
         Fm
I'm a popstar, not a doctor