Popstar Flow by Ill Addicts Lyrics
I shake my ass, do a dance when I'm rich
Think I'm bout to give a toast, I need some jam in this bitch
If you moving too slow I get to jamming my fist
Up ya rump, ya rump, up ya rectum
You boys ain't on my level, my nigga, I'm off the spectrum
You niggas hella salty, you niggas be off the epsom
Got some bubbles in the bath as I'm scrubbing my ass
And my skincare routine cost a couple bags
Ain't nothing out the ordinary
Drunk elephant with the boysenberry
Might drop a bag with my boys on Bury
We've got all day, hoe, what's the hurry?
Said she got a plane to catch
So I bought her two wings said complain to that
I just wanna hit it, I don't want my name attached
Lie flat I'ma be right back
I told you niggas that my nigga PRO had bars
He even be singing a lil' bit
Hе ain't the best but he bе singing a lil' bit
My man he just too drippy, he just he swaggy with it too
He even like, bro, come on, he like the
Next Tarantino or Valentino or some shit
Two, bitch
We makin' room we makin' room
Zay too lit
He keep it cool, he keep it cool
I spent about two weeks out in the valley
Never broke a sweat mothafucka', I'm hella nasty
Cocoa butter with aloe vera, I'm never ashy
Said she only eat five star, she hella classy
Took too many dubs from you niggas, I lost the tally
I could put yo bitch in a beamer
Not even braggin' (He ain't even braggin')
Took about four-some odd years
To get all of the credit deserved around here
I been making hits since Kels had blonde hair
We need a different class, we doesn't belong here (hey)
Made a song bout Coke as a joke
Not because I snort blow
And it's finna go gold
I been so busy being a popstar
These mothafuckas forgot that I got bars (Ahh)
Let's fucking go
Let these niggas know Pro
You know you talk that shit
You gotta talk that shit sometimesh bro
You gotta talk that shit
You just dropped a pop album, niggas
Think you just be singin' and gigglin'
Singing flowers and then this
One, two, three, four
So flashy, I know, I'm so flashy
All black Benz inside color Vashtie
Yes I'ma dog, I'ma dog no shaggy
Bitch my name Pro, who the fuck you calling daddy
So amazing, I swear, I'm so amazing
Got these niggas fiending, oh God, I'm so Reagan
I ain't even say no names, so don't say shit
But if the shoe fits, bitch, then tie ya own laces
Think I'm bout to give a toast, I need some jam in this bitch
If you moving too slow I get to jamming my fist
Up ya rump, ya rump, up ya rectum
You boys ain't on my level, my nigga, I'm off the spectrum
You niggas hella salty, you niggas be off the epsom
Got some bubbles in the bath as I'm scrubbing my ass
And my skincare routine cost a couple bags
Ain't nothing out the ordinary
Drunk elephant with the boysenberry
Might drop a bag with my boys on Bury
We've got all day, hoe, what's the hurry?
Said she got a plane to catch
So I bought her two wings said complain to that
I just wanna hit it, I don't want my name attached
Lie flat I'ma be right back
I told you niggas that my nigga PRO had bars
He even be singing a lil' bit
Hе ain't the best but he bе singing a lil' bit
My man he just too drippy, he just he swaggy with it too
He even like, bro, come on, he like the
Next Tarantino or Valentino or some shit
Two, bitch
We makin' room we makin' room
Zay too lit
He keep it cool, he keep it cool
I spent about two weeks out in the valley
Never broke a sweat mothafucka', I'm hella nasty
Cocoa butter with aloe vera, I'm never ashy
Said she only eat five star, she hella classy
Took too many dubs from you niggas, I lost the tally
I could put yo bitch in a beamer
Not even braggin' (He ain't even braggin')
Took about four-some odd years
To get all of the credit deserved around here
I been making hits since Kels had blonde hair
We need a different class, we doesn't belong here (hey)
Made a song bout Coke as a joke
Not because I snort blow
And it's finna go gold
I been so busy being a popstar
These mothafuckas forgot that I got bars (Ahh)
Let's fucking go
Let these niggas know Pro
You know you talk that shit
You gotta talk that shit sometimesh bro
You gotta talk that shit
You just dropped a pop album, niggas
Think you just be singin' and gigglin'
Singing flowers and then this
One, two, three, four
So flashy, I know, I'm so flashy
All black Benz inside color Vashtie
Yes I'ma dog, I'ma dog no shaggy
Bitch my name Pro, who the fuck you calling daddy
So amazing, I swear, I'm so amazing
Got these niggas fiending, oh God, I'm so Reagan
I ain't even say no names, so don't say shit
But if the shoe fits, bitch, then tie ya own laces