Popstar Lyrics - DJ Khaled ft. Drake | Letra



Bitches
We The Best Music (Music, music)
Another one (Yeah)
DJ Khaled

Bitches callin` my phone like I`m locked up nonstop
From the plane to the f*ckin` helicopter, yeah
Cops pullin` up like I`m givin` drugs out, nah, nah
I`m a pop star, not a doctor

{2}

Ayy, shawty with the long text, I don`t talk, ayy
Shawty with the long legs, she don`t walk, ayy
Last year I kept it on the tucked, ayy
2020, I came to f*ck it up, yeah

I want a long life, a legendary one (Yeah)
I want a quick death and an easy one (Yeah)
I want a pretty girl and an honest one (Yeah)
I want this drink and another one, yeah

And I`m troublesome, yeah
I`m a popstar but this shit ain`t bubblegum, yeah
You`ll prollly think my manager is Scooter Braun, yeah
But my manager with twenty hoes in Buddakan, ayy

Look, Ariana, Selena, my Visa
It can take as many charges as it needs to, my girl
That shit platinum, just like all of my releases, my girl
Niggas come for me, I tear them all to pieces, my girl

I`ma show your s*xy ass what relief is, my girl
Please don`t take no shit, that spot how you geekin`
And I`m not drivin` nothin` that I gotta stick the keys in
Wonder how I got this way? I swear, swear I got the-


Bitches callin` my phone like I`m locked up nonstop
From the plane to the f*ckin` helicopter, yeah
Cops pullin` up like I`m givin` drugs out, nah, nah
I`m a pop star, not a doctor

{2}

I`m a pop star, not a doctor or watcher
Say she rep a whole different block, so I blocked her
Busy at the crib, cookin` salmon with the lobster
If we talkin` Jordans it`s just me and David Foster

Bodyguards don`t look like Kevin Costner, you tweakin`
Just pulled up the Whitney Houston Texas, for the evenin`
They tell the same story so much they start to believe it
The ones that start like Drizzy shit was cool, but we even
Man, how the f*ck?

Two, four, six, eight watches, factory, so they appreciate
Cryin` in my hand and I`m really playin` keep-away
Shit don`t even usually get this big without a Bieber face
Now, now, piece of cake, now, now, Turks and cake

Yeah, yeah
Go and get your friends, we can sneak away, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I keep a-
Like I keep the faith
Wonder how I got this way? Swear I got the-

Bitches callin` my phone like I`m locked up nonstop
From the plane to the f*ckin` helicopter, yeah
Cops pullin` up like I`m givin` drugs out, nah, nah
I`m a pop star, not a doctor

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