Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rockstar, artist - Lil Keed. Album song Long Live Mexico, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 300 Entertainment, Young Stoner Life
Song language: English
Rockstar |
High top socks with Gucci flips |
Her ass fat, but is it real? |
Stuff my jeans with nothin' but blue strips |
And my pants Rockstar ripped (Yeah) |
Keed talk to 'em |
Rockstar, Rockstar (Yeah) |
Rockstar, Rockstar, Rockstar (Yeah) |
Rockstar skinnies, crushed up my pills (Rockstar) |
I ain’t got a band, got bands in the ceil' (Rockstar) |
My diamonds hit, you can tell they real (Rockstar, yeah) |
Shit bitin' like Tyson on Holyfield (Bling) |
Rockstar, Rockstar (Woah) |
Rockstar, Rockstar, Rockstar |
Have you ever fucked a superstar? |
I’m a rockstar, I don’t need a guitar |
When I hit the gas, my engine fart |
Driving a spaceship, land on Mars |
Came in the game, I was popping seals |
I just approved another deal |
Tip me over, this drip gon' spill |
XO made me a cool ten mil' |
I’m taking bets (Bets) |
He sending threats, off with his neck (Yeah) |
Get my respect, yeah |
Fly to a check and hop on a jet |
One man band |
I made the beat, I want one hundred percent (No cap) |
I be with slimes and I’m with Keed |
And they gon' jump in the fans |
High top socks with Gucci flips |
Her ass fat, but is it real? |
Stuff my jeans with nothin' but blue strips |
And my pants Rockstar ripped (Yeah) |
Keed talk to 'em |
Rockstar, Rockstar (Yeah) |
Rockstar, Rockstar, Rockstar (Yeah) |
Rockstar skinnies, crushed up my pills (Rockstar) |
I ain’t got a band, got bands in the ceil' (Rockstar) |
My diamonds hit, you can tell they real (Rockstar, yeah) |
Shit bitin' like Tyson on Holyfield (Bling) |
Rockstar, Rockstar (Woah) |
Rockstar, Rockstar, Rockstar |
I’m goin' right in |
Treat the pussy like a pool, go ahead and dive in |
Baby, ain’t no top on the coupe, you can climb in |
Yes, I hit the booty club, went and changed the climate |
Ain’t no cappin', nigga |
Rockstar cuts in my jeans |
VVS diamonds came from Water by G |
Truck not rented, it didn’t come with a lease |
Get your ass whacked, give the shooters ten a piece |
In a geeked out car, got a horse on the seat |
Just got the drop on the man from his bitch |
Nigga gettin' cheddar like a fuckin' Cheez-It |
We was at Coachella with nothin' but bad bitches |
Not McNabb, but I’m with NAV |
High top socks with Gucci flips |
Her ass fat, but is it real? |
Stuff my jeans with nothin' but blue strips |
And my pants Rockstar ripped (Yeah) |
Keed talk to 'em |
Rockstar, Rockstar (Yeah) |
Rockstar, Rockstar, Rockstar (Yeah) |
Rockstar skinnies, crushed up my pills (Rockstar) |
I ain’t got a band, got bands in the ceil' (Rockstar) |
My diamonds hit, you can tell they real (Rockstar, yeah) |
Shit bitin' like Tyson on Holyfield (Bling) |
Rockstar, Rockstar (Woah) |
Rockstar, Rockstar, Rockstar |