Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rockstar , by - Rmc Mike. Release date: 10.09.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rockstar |
| I’m a rockstar |
| College bitch give me brain, now she not smart |
| I can’t waste no time, when the clock start |
| Bro doin' the speed limit in the cop car |
| Put him in the toaster, these ain’t Pop-Tarts (Naw) |
| I just re-up'd on some, it was lockjaw (Yeah) |
| I can’t find a pint for shit, damn life hard (Damn) |
| Tax a nigga $ 1,400, it was Wockhardt (Goddamn) |
| Pull off in that, that’s a fast car (Yeah) |
| I’m too solid, I can’t break like a glass jar (I can’t) |
| You bitch a runner, got me thinkin' she a track star (Damn) |
| Mike, I got 'em still thinkin' 'bout my last bar (They is) |
| I bet I won’t ever change, like a piggy bank (I can’t) |
| I swear, I’ma stack my change til the piggy break (Stack it) |
| I bet I’ma leave my mark, like a shitty stain (Yeah) |
| Now jump in a different bag, when I’m feelin' pain (Yessirr) |
| They ain’t let me in the game, I had to break in (Woah) |
| I swear I was good, I was a wake in (I was) |
| They ain’t put me in the ring, I had to weigh in (Yeah) |
| I heard they said they want beef, I put in steak in (Yeah) |
| All these mini-me's 'round with a playpen |
| I’m interested in some dollars, if it make sense |
| Filet Mignon and fresh veggies when I ate dinner |
| Got 3 K’s with masks on, cause I hate niggas |
| Like at this point, don’t come around if we ain’t niggas |
| Popped a Percocet and dropped a 4, that’s my painkiller (Yeah) |
| I’m a star, when she see me, she gon make wishes |
| When that Hotline Bling, bring Drake with us |
| (Rrah) |
| They got the pills, bring the weed and drank with us (Yeah) |
| If you a ham, I’ll jugg and gank niggas (Facts) |
| If you my mans, I’ll plug in pape with you (Yeah) |
| I wear VLONE, Off-White, mix Bape with it (Cash) |
| Loyalty is what you speakin' on, but you ain’t livin' it |
| You broke, I’m collectin' clean cash from my businesses |
| I’m wrong, finna beat my bitch ass for her innocence |
| I’m on, I just went and got a bag from a immigrant |
| Major league ballin', why you think I’m in the field still? |
| My bitch ass fake as hell, but it feel real |
| Freaky T pulled up with some Runts, and it’s real deal |
| Niggas out here gettin' pressed up, I got the real pill |
| Ruger AR Pistol, that’s my bae, but I married my Glock |
| Rio dropped the whole fuckin' pint, now I’m scared of the pop |
| Jay set me up for the 3, and I buried the shot |
| Call Ca$hes for some real weed, he keep cherry a lot |
| Of course a nigga got hands, but I carry a Glock |
| Might drop with 2, she cheated on me, I married the chop |
| I hit a nigga in his top, then buried the Wock |
| If I hit her pussy with this nickel, this cherry gon pop |
| My phone ringin' right now, oh that’s another play |
| Cash got on Yeezy boots, he’ll stomp your face |
| Red lights on the FN will make you pump your brakes |
| Baby girl, I don’t want no ass, I’m tryna fuck your face |
| Brown dope, I cut it in 3 layers like a Truffle Cake |
| My lil nigga pulled a 10 out of Huntington bank |
| I ain’t broke, but if you ain’t my nigga, I’m cuttin' your drank |
| This beat ain’t long enough for me, I got too much to say |