| How ya doin' I’m yb the Rockstar
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| I fuck hot babes and I drive a hot car
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| Way before the guitar I was a block star
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| How ya doin' I’m yb the rockstar
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| Say rock on baby, say rock on x3
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| Rock on!
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| Mohawks and heavy metal I’m never settled
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| I’ll be on the move, put your momma on the news cryin'
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| Like Jim Taylor, stay with a tune n'
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| When I let it loose give you the opposite of life try him
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| Put you on death-row if you crooked eye him
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| You never in the streets see ya boy put his time in
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| Put his life in consignment and buy him
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| 20 on his head will have them desert eagles flying
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| Then I’m back in the street like a rock star
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| Coke so soft but that soda make it rock hard
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| That’s when I used to eat macaroni and hot dogs
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| Now when I’m valet parking I got the top off
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| With a hot broad that suck me till she lock-jaw
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| My red-boned bitch you can call her hot sauce
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| Exhaust out the Bentley Coupe
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| Blowing a whole bunch of kush out the Bentley roof
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| See this the life that I dreamed about
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| I seen the east, mid-west, and I seen the south
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| While them fags was ridin' jags brought them beamers out
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| Hip-hop was getting dirty had to clean the house ya
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| Tell them hoes that precise in the bitch
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| And we fresh out the trap like some ice in this bitch
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| Mr. Rogers I’m too damn nice in this bitch
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| So they can’t see me I’m poltergeist in this bitch
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| How ya doin' I’m yb the Rockstar
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| I fuck hot babes and I drive a hot car
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| Way before the guitar I was a block star
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| How ya doin' I’m yb the rockstar
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| Say rock on baby, say rock on x3 |