DABABY feat KEVIN GATES - Pop Star Chords and Lyrics

This song is from the album KIRK(2019), released on 27 September 2019.



SongRating: 8/10

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Scale: Bb Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 84
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
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[INTRO]

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

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

[VERSE ONE: DaBaby]  
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She right beside me and she sendin' nudes (Let's go)
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You fuck my bitch? That's cool, I'm fuckin' niggas bitches, too
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If you try my shoes, they ain't gon' fit, man, you wear different shoes (Uh, uh)
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Had to dumb it down for them to bite, now it's time to switch the groove (Okay, okay)

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I pull up smooth wit' my lil' bae, but I coulda came wit' your boo (Uh-huh)
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If you wit' the shit like I'm wit' the shit, when they play they gon' make the news (Yeah)
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I was in your sis on Sunday at your grandma place, she cool (Uh-huh)
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And if she raised you, I don't want her plate, no, I ain't even take her food (No thanks)

[PRE-CHORUS: DaBaby]
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Baby bougie, he be turnin' down all kinda hoes
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He took my bitch in Nike, I'm rockin' designer clothes
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I told her "Sorry, I'm not fuckin', baby I'm not a ho"
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Had bitches knockin' at my door like they was Domino's

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

[VERSE TWO: Kevin Gates] 

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

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

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