Rockstar lyrics

by

NICK PROSPER


[Chorus]
I'm a motherf*ckin' rockstar
Blunts lit middle fingers to them cop cars
Bad b*tch poppin' pills she a popstar
Hit the block with the work I'm a block star
I know they mad I know they hurt
I'm a rockstar
Blunts lit middle fingers to them cop cars
Bad b*tch poppin' pills she a popstar
Hit the block with the work I'm a block star
I know they mad I know they hurt
I'm a rockstar

[Verse 1]
Dead youth, we some rockstars
Aye, I just left the club in a cop car (f*ck twelve)
Motherf*cka's talkin' sh*t but they not hard (yeah they pus*y though)
Heavy metal on my hip get a grip ay
Hit the strip drippin' wrists
Who the f*ck you with
I don't give a sh*t f*ck your b*tch f*ck your clique
So depressed but I'm flexin'
Ay do not call my phone b*tch text it
Ay ripped jeans lookin' like I'm in a band
Hit the f*ckin' mall then I spend a band
Ay ex mad that I go hard
Ay she just mad that we didn't go far

[Chorus]
I'm a motherf*ckin' rockstar
Blunts lit middle fingers to them cop cars
Bad b*tch poppin' pills she a popstar
Hit the block with the work I'm a block star
I know they mad I know they hurt
I'm a rockstar
Blunts lit middle fingers to them cop cars
Bad b*tch poppin' pills she a popstar
Hit the block with the work I'm a block star
I know they mad I know they hurt
I'm a rockstar

[Outro]
T-t-t-totally duuuude
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