| I’m just a rocker dude
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| Lookin for my rocker girl
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| Baby I’ll rock your boat
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| Rock your bed, and rock your world
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| But gotta be as fly as me, me
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| You gotta know how to rock your stuff, stuff
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| VH1 Bret Michel’s, Be my rock of love
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| Be as one, big stones
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| Lemme rock you up
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| Maybe marriage, baby carriage
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| Lemme knock you up
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| I could be your rocker daddy
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| You could be my rocker mommy
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| I could your chilly pepper
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| You could be my hot tamale
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| Have your ever made to a rockstar
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| In a hot car with the top off
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| In the middle of a parkin lot
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| You don’t care who see, who look, or who watch ya
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| Pretty face
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| And the body soft as baby skin
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| She hopped on me and rode
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| I thought my name was Harley Davidson
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| You got your tattoos
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| I got my tattoos too
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| We stayin all night and do what rockstars do
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| We got the music
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| Bumpin thru the system
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| The room is real smoky
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| Highlights in a mansion
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| You loving all day
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| You sleeping all night
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| We up and hit the mall
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| Sweats cus you on bait
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| Try and imitate us
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| But could never duplicate us
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| Pull up in the Ferrari
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| Saying hello to all my haters
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| Have you ever mad love
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| To a rockstar
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| In a hot car
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| With his guitar, playing on the side
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| Have. |
| you. |
| ever. |
| mad. |
| love
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| You drive a fast car
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| I drive a fast car too
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| Suicide doors with the topless roof
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| Now were cursin
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| Glasses on the face
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| Cus he ducking paparazzi, they high speed chasin
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| We gotta mazaretti but we driven in a range
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| Cus we don’t give a damn
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| Switch rides by the day, day, day
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| Now this is what I call rockstar love
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| This was the question I was thinkin of
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| Have you ever mad love
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| To a rockstar
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| In a hot car
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| With his guitar, playing on the side
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| Have. |
| you. |
| ever. |
| mad. |
| love
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| I’m a R.O.C.K star
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| And I can play
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| Like I play my guitar
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| Call me Weezy F. the best you ever saw
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| She the best you never saw
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| Cudnt even loook at me
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| Got a chauffeur
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| But he ain’t even look me
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| In the back seat poppin like fried chicken cookin
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| And in tied to the
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| Like eyes on bugizzy
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| Shawty got class
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| And no I won’t play hooky
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| But no not never
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| Put my feet on the pedal
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| And make that guitar go medal like
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| Ya told your girl
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| I could play
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| I could play the guitar |