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D-Diego B-BANKROLL GOT IT Real popstar, I pop my shit Real chandelier, my neck, my wrist Real nigga, love it when I talk like this Bad bitches love it 'cause I talk my shit 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 shit I got bitches passin' out, man, I'm Mike Jack VVS's in my mouth, yeah, I know she like that Booty like she from the South, ooh, yeah, I like that All these hunnids fallin' out my pocket, it be like that I go put that pussy on private, that's a nice stash Baby started talkin' 'bout a ring, I got side tracked Baby started takin' off her jеans, I did not ask Yeah, when you really poppin', it bе like that Yeah, when you a private client, you ain't thinkin' 'bout no price tags Yeah, if shorty want a bag, then you buy the bag Made half a million last year, ain't take no advance She know if she comin' to the crib, she ain't wearin' panties She know I'm the realest nigga in it, I don't need a Grammy Yeah, she wanna steal my kids, wanna steal a family Letras de cancionesYeah, she wanna drive the Benz, she wanna meet my granny Lil' mama said she love me, I know she cappin' Real popstar, I pop my shit Real chandelier, my neck, my wrist Real nigga, love it when I talk like this Bad bitches love it 'cause I talk my shit 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 shit Real popstar, I be poppin' my shit She know I'm a star, so she poppin' that shit Lockin' that shit, droppin' that shit Caught her in bodega, she was rockin' that shit She know I'm a player Every time I'm poppin' out, they know I'm poppin' paper Ballin' like a- You know why your hoe keep callin', I'm up Star, I got all these hoes fallin' on us Star, in my hood they know all about is Right wrist poppin', left wrist poppin' Necklace poppin', paper in my pocket Baby, say cheese, paparazzi Big body drippin' down all on my sleeve Fresh as fuck, drippin' from my head to my feet Popstar, these niggas don't pop it like me Real popstar, I pop my shit Real chandelier, my neck, my wrist Real nigga, love it when I talk like this Bad bitches love it 'cause I talk my shit 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 shit From Letras Mania