Pop star accords par
Dababy
Dababy

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Tonalité : Db major
Verse 1
Em
Em
CashMoneyAP (pop
star)
They gon' tell you I went
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F
They gon' tell you I went
They gon' tell you I went
Em
Em
Pop star (pop star)
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F
What they gon' tell you? (huh)
Verse 2
Em
Em
They prolly tell you I went pop (huh?)
Until a nigga play with me and he get
F
F
popped (yeah)
I'm on front row at BET without
Em
Em
my Glock (huh?)
I'm ready to beat a nigga up like
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F
I'm The Rock (let's go)
And she ready to sweep a nigga
Em
Em
up because he hot (mm, mm)
She ready to eat a nigga up
F
F
until he lock (yeah)
She hit the brakes and speed
Em
Em
it up like she a car (hmm)
Now she got her hands behind
F
F
her head like I'm a cop (huh)
Verse 3
I told her "Fuck the police", yeah
Em
Em
She right beside me and she sendin'
nudes (let's go)
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F
You fuck my bitch? That's cool,
I'm fuckin' niggas bitches, too
Em
Em
If you try my shoes, they ain't gon' fit, man,
you wear different shoes (uh, uh)
Had to dumb it down for them to bite, now it's time to
F
F
switch the groove (okay, okay)
Em
Em
I pull up smooth wit' my lil' bae, but I coulda came
wit' your boo (uh- huh)
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F
If you wit' the shit like I'm wit' the shit, when they
play they gon' make the news (yeah)
Em
Em
I was hittin' your sis on Sunday at your grandma
place, she cool (Uh- huh)
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F
And if she raised you, I don't want her plate, no,
I ain't even take her food (no thanks)
Verse 4
Em
Em
Baby bougie,
he be turnin' down all kinda hoes
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F
He took my bitch in Nike,
I'm rockin' designer clothes
Em
Em
I told her "Sorry, I'm not fuckin',
baby I'm not a hoe"
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F
Had bitches knockin' at my door like
they was Domino's
Verse 5
Em
Em
They gon' say I went pop (huh?)
Until a nigga play with me and he get
F
F
popped (yeah)
I'm on front row at BET without
Em
Em
my Glock (huh?)
F
F
I'm ready to beat a nigga up like
I'm The Rock (let's go)
And she ready to sweep a nigga
Em
Em
up because he hot (mm, mm)
She ready to eat a nigga up until
F
F
he lock (yeah)
She hit the brakes and speed
Em
Em
it up like she a car (hmm)
Now she got her hands behind
F
F
her head like I'm a cop (huh)
Verse 6
I told her "Fuck the police", yeah
Em
Em
Takin' a trip to Mexico,
I'm comin' right back in town (Orale)
F
F
I sell a lot perico,
been tryna slow it down (tryna slow it down)
Em
Em
Takin' a four, I put a two on that and then I
make it bounce (boing)
F
F
I took a thirty- six to a hundred
and eight and weigh up every ounce
I'm a plug, workin' a drug hub
out in H- town (hey)
Hey, what up? You my lil' love bug,
you with Gates now
Penetrate while I grip her waist,
push her face down (yeah)
Concentrate (boom), this that bass,
Em
Em
makin' great sounds (boom, boom, boom)
Got a graveyard up under my belt, more
murders than New Mexico
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F
Thirty round extension,
mini Glizzy and I'm servin' coke
Em
Em
I'm up in rank in the cartel,
I got control in this bitch (nyoom)
F
F
I still book you for a show and get you
showed in this bitch
Em
Em
Swear you want a don dada, bitch,
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F
we Puerto Rico gangland
A hundred bricks ain't nuttin',
I pushed a button and make the plane land
Em
Em
Show some of you niggas how to
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F
grind up out the hole
Then I tied ya in with 'migo, then I
got you another load
Verse 7
Em
Em
Yeah, he just told you how to
pop (huh?)
Until a nigga play with me and he get
F
F
popped (yeah)
I'm on front row at BET without
Em
Em
my Glock (huh?)
F
F
I'm ready to beat a nigga up like
I'm The Rock (let's go)
And she ready to sweep a nigga
Em
Em
up because he hot (mm, mm)
She ready to eat a nigga up until
F
F
he lock (yeah)
She hit the brakes and speed
Em
Em
it up like she a car (hmm)
Now she got her hands behind
F
F
her head like I'm a cop (huh)
I told her "Fuck the police",
Outro 1
yeah
Em
Em
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Em
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