Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Starz Up (feat. Lil Wayne), artist - Lil Wayne. Date of issue: 26.02.2009
Song language: English
Starz Up (feat. Lil Wayne) |
| I’m just a rocker dude |
| Lookin for my rocker girl |
| Baby I’ll rock your boat |
| Rock your bed, and rock your world |
| But gotta be as fly as me, me |
| You gotta know how to rock your stuff, stuff |
| VH1 Bret Michel’s, Be my rock of love |
| Be as one, big stones |
| Lemme rock you up |
| Maybe marriage, baby carriage |
| Lemme knock you up |
| I could be your rocker daddy |
| You could be my rocker mommy |
| I could your chilly pepper |
| You could be my hot tamale |
| Have your ever made to a rockstar |
| In a hot car with the top off |
| In the middle of a parkin lot |
| You don’t care who see, who look, or who watch ya |
| Pretty face |
| And the body soft as baby skin |
| She hopped on me and rode |
| I thought my name was Harley Davidson |
| You got your tattoos |
| I got my tattoos too |
| We stayin all night and do what rockstars do |
| We got the music |
| Bumpin thru the system |
| The room is real smoky |
| Highlights in a mansion |
| You loving all day |
| You sleeping all night |
| We up and hit the mall |
| Sweats cus you on bait |
| Try and imitate us |
| But could never duplicate us |
| Pull up in the Ferrari |
| Saying hello to all my haters |
| Have you ever mad love |
| To a rockstar |
| In a hot car |
| With his guitar, playing on the side |
| Have. |
| you. |
| ever. |
| mad. |
| love |
| You drive a fast car |
| I drive a fast car too |
| Suicide doors with the topless roof |
| Now were cursin |
| Glasses on the face |
| Cus he ducking paparazzi, they high speed chasin |
| We gotta mazaretti but we driven in a range |
| Cus we don’t give a damn |
| Switch rides by the day, day, day |
| Now this is what I call rockstar love |
| This was the question I was thinkin of |
| Have you ever mad love |
| To a rockstar |
| In a hot car |
| With his guitar, playing on the side |
| Have. |
| you. |
| ever. |
| mad. |
| love |
| I’m a R.O.C.K star |
| And I can play |
| Like I play my guitar |
| Call me Weezy F. the best you ever saw |
| She the best you never saw |
| Cudnt even loook at me |
| Got a chauffeur |
| But he ain’t even look me |
| In the back seat poppin like fried chicken cookin |
| And in tied to the |
| Like eyes on bugizzy |
| Shawty got class |
| And no I won’t play hooky |
| But no not never |
| Put my feet on the pedal |
| And make that guitar go medal like |
| Ya told your girl |
| I could play |
| I could play the guitar |