Intro
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[Chorus]
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Bitches calling my phone like I'm locked up, nonstop
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From the plane to the fucking helicopter, yeah
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Cops pulling up like I'm giving drugs out, I'm not
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I'm a popstar, not a doctor
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Bitches calling my phone like I'm locked up, nonstop
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From the plane to the fucking helicopter, yeah
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Cops pulling up like I'm giving drugs out, I'm not
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I'm a popstar, not a doctor
[Verse 1]
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Ayy, shawty with the long text, I don't talk, ayy
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Shawty with the long legs, she don't walk, she, yeah
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Last year, I kept it on the tuck, ayy
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Twenty Twenty, I came to fuck it up, yeah
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I want a long life, a legendary one (Yeah)
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I want a quick death (Yeah), and an easy one (Yeah)
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I want a pretty girl (Yeah), and an honest one (Yeah)
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I want this drink (Yeah), and another one, yeah
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And I'm troublesome, yeah
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I'm a popstar, but this shit ain't bubblegum, yeah
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You would pro'ly think my manager is Scooter Braun, yeah
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But my manager with twenty hoes in Buddakan, yeah, ayy
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Look, Ariana, Selena, my Visa
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It can take as many charges as it needs to, my girl
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That shit platinum just like all of my releases, my girl
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Niggas come for me, I tear them all to pieces, my girl
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I'ma show your sexy ass what relief is, my girl
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Please don't take no shit that's 'bout to have you geeking
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And I'm not driving nothing that I got to stick the keys in
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Wonder how I got this way? I swear I got the...
[Chorus]
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Bitches calling my phone like I'm locked up, nonstop
C#m G#m
From the plane to the fucking helicopter, yeah
C#m G#m
Cops pulling up like I'm giving drugs out, I'm not
C#m
I'm a popstar, not a doctor
G#m C#m G#m
Bitches calling my phone like I'm locked up, nonstop
C#m G#m
From the plane to the fucking helicopter, yeah
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Cops pulling up like I'm giving drugs out, I'm not
C#m
I'm a popstar, not a doctor
[Verse 2]
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I'm a popstar, not a doctor, watch her
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Say she rep a whole different block, so I blocked her
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Busy at the crib, cookin' salmon with the lobster
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If we talking joints, it's just me and David Foster
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Bodyguards don't look like Kevin Costner, you tweaking
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Just pulled up to Whitney Houston, Texas for the evening
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They tell the same story so much, they start to believe it
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The ones that start like, "Drizzy's shit was cool, but we even"
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Man, how the fuck?
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Two, four, six, eight, watches factory, so they appreciate
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Crown in my hand and I'm really playing keep-away
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Shit don't even usually get this big without a Bieber face
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Now, now, piece of cake, now, now, Turks and Caic', yeah, yeah
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Go and get your friends, we can sneak away, yeah, yeah
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Yeah, I keep a... like I keep the faith
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Wonder how I got this way? Swear I got the...
[Chorus]
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Bitches calling my phone like I'm locked up, nonstop
C#m G#m
From the plane to the fucking helicopter, yeah
C#m G#m
Cops pulling up like I'm giving drugs out, I'm not
C#m
I'm a popstar, not a doctor
G#m C#m G#m
Bitches calling my phone like I'm locked up, nonstop
C#m G#m
From the plane to the fucking helicopter, yeah
C#m G#m
Cops pulling up like I'm giving drugs out, I'm not
C#m
I'm a popstar, not a doctor
[OUTRO]
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