Black Popstar feat. DIXSON

歌詞

Ayy! Oh! Ayy! Oh! Ayy! Oh! Ayy! Oh, no! Here I go-yo, yo Got a attitude-snapback Never like to show that side So I try to let it ride like a ol' school Pontiac Saw what you said, but I'm focused on the bread Shoppin' sprees make me feel better-I ain't mad Overnight stays when I go see my babe Gotta put the lingerie in a duffle bag Added on more like I ain't got baggage already Yeah, yeah, I'ma hurt my back E never lied, Badu on my ride Got a lot on my mind like her double hat Did it anyway, like, "Chick, you okay? You be doin' dumb things-you a dingbat" Adam live in theory; you just added to the query I be thinkin' like Jazmine-the ho's back People get mad; they be laughin'-kiss my ass Nah, nah, mm, mm, I don't do crack Been drug through the mud tryna show a little love Like Ty money sign-they don't sing back Marian Jones; I coulda ran rap Hmm, they asked for they ring back But when they kill us in the street, bang-bang wit' the heat What? Rap who they ask back (Where is she at?) Time to bring the motherfuckin' black pop star back (Ah) No cap like graduate, pimp like Pontiac (Yessir) These ho-ass niggas ain't got no Cartier (Nah) Black Hollywood came to your city lookin' pretty And ya bitch don't know how to act As I find mine in my DM (Yessir) I don't ride; I don't even fuckin' see 'em 'Cause they all say the flow van Gogh Bitch, I'm black—I'm a damn museum (Yessir) You put the right nigga on the wall (Yessir) You know the South gon' ball I put Chanel on the flower on my lapel So they can smell a real nigga when they meet him Sometimes, you just get tired of feelin' And you just wanna go have fun You wanna numb it all If you ain't cryin' 'bout it, what you doin'? We dancin' through it If you ain't cryin' about it, what you doin'? We fuckin' through it If you ain't cryin' 'bout it, what you doin'? We smilin' through it We laughin' through it, we jokin' through it Suppression But I was told the only way out is in Said, at some point, you gotta face it Let's talk about it