Popular

[Verse 1: Ouija Macc]
I'm popular my weave stanks
My girl smell like shampoo
I'm a white boy but I'm not a surf
I'm a thug prime example
Everybody so evil, judgemental, deceitful
But those are the shields to hid behind for weaker people
Ain't nobody bulletproof
And ain't nobody equal
Ain't nobody hard enough boy all these suckas see through
Super soaker full of blood in the apple store
Wrecking all you rich bitches listening to Macklemore

[Verse 2: Choir Boy]
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[Hook: Ouija Macc]
I'm popular, don't tell me to relax
I'm popular, designer on my bacc
I'm popular, My fuccin' life is whack I'm popular
We getting to these staccs
You ain't built like that

[Verse 3: Choir Boy]
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[Verse 4: Ouija Macc]
Spazz on the turf

In my death bed Ima laugh at the nurse

Can't nobody kill me if I kill myself first

I'm P-O-P-U-L-A-R

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