Pop star accords par
Dababy
Dababy

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Tonalité : Db major
Verse 1
G#m
G#m
CashMoneyAP (pop
star)
They gon' tell you I went
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They gon' tell you I went
They gon' tell you I went
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G#m
Pop star (pop star)
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What they gon' tell you? (huh)
Verse 2
G#m
G#m
They prolly tell you I went pop (huh?)
Until a nigga play with me and he get
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popped (yeah)
I'm on front row at BET without
G#m
G#m
my Glock (huh?)
I'm ready to beat a nigga up like
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I'm The Rock (let's go)
And she ready to sweep a nigga
G#m
G#m
up because he hot (mm, mm)
She ready to eat a nigga up
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until he lock (yeah)
She hit the brakes and speed
G#m
G#m
it up like she a car (hmm)
Now she got her hands behind
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her head like I'm a cop (huh)
Verse 3
I told her "Fuck the police", yeah
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G#m
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
G#m
G#m
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
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switch the groove (okay, okay)
G#m
G#m
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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G#m
I was hittin' 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)
Verse 4
G#m
G#m
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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G#m
I told her "Sorry, I'm not fuckin',
baby I'm not a hoe"
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Had bitches knockin' at my door like
they was Domino's
Verse 5
G#m
G#m
They gon' say I went pop (huh?)
Until a nigga play with me and he get
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popped (yeah)
I'm on front row at BET without
G#m
G#m
my Glock (huh?)
A
A
I'm ready to beat a nigga up like
I'm The Rock (let's go)
And she ready to sweep a nigga
G#m
G#m
up because he hot (mm, mm)
She ready to eat a nigga up until
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A
he lock (yeah)
She hit the brakes and speed
G#m
G#m
it up like she a car (hmm)
Now she got her hands behind
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her head like I'm a cop (huh)
Verse 6
I told her "Fuck the police", yeah
G#m
G#m
Takin' a trip to Mexico,
I'm comin' right back in town (Orale)
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I sell a lot perico,
been tryna slow it down (tryna slow it down)
G#m
G#m
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
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,
G#m
G#m
makin' great sounds (boom, boom, boom)
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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G#m
I'm up in rank in the cartel,
I got control in this bitch (nyoom)
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I still book you for a show and get you
showed in this bitch
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G#m
Swear you want a don dada, bitch,
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we Puerto Rico gangland
A hundred bricks ain't nuttin',
I pushed a button and make the plane land
G#m
G#m
Show some of you niggas how to
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grind up out the hole
Then I tied ya in with 'migo, then I
got you another load
Verse 7
G#m
G#m
Yeah, he just told you how to
pop (huh?)
Until a nigga play with me and he get
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popped (yeah)
I'm on front row at BET without
G#m
G#m
my Glock (huh?)
A
A
I'm ready to beat a nigga up like
I'm The Rock (let's go)
And she ready to sweep a nigga
G#m
G#m
up because he hot (mm, mm)
She ready to eat a nigga up until
A
A
he lock (yeah)
She hit the brakes and speed
G#m
G#m
it up like she a car (hmm)
Now she got her hands behind
A
A
her head like I'm a cop (huh)
I told her "Fuck the police",
Outro 1
yeah
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G#m
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