letra de rockstar - almighty kahn
[intro]
yeah
yeah
i’m a rockstar
sike
[chorus]
nowadays n-ggas be cappin they ain’t bout the action u know that they ain’t really-
i’m boutta go get my l i ain’t talking bout driving or smoking i’ll show em who-
all of the n-ggas that did me dirty in the past i’m about to show em how it-
yea, like what’s the deal i been k!lling before and i’m k!lling it still
[verse]
you n-ggas be popping them pills and then hop on the gram to talk about the petty man
i got n-ggas that’s shooting for real since you wanna be high this lighter leave you trippie redd
these n-ggas don’t want me to reach all my goals and i’m sorry but you gotta k!ll me then
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yea like hand mе the guala i’m getting the monеy yall n-ggas be fiddling
never thought i would make it man i was just playing football on the block
now shawty want me she feeling all on me man she finna twist it and she finna bop
remember them days in the school i was acting a fool like a hat they wasn’t on my top
now they on wood because they know i’m hot
b-tch and i’m never ever gonna stop
yea
and please run up on me if you wanna die you’ll hear 100 shots
sh-t i’ll be drunk after that off the feeling of murder somebody come and get a mop
i don’t know what’s after that but he done after that i ain’t k!ll a n-gga in my life
i just know if i’m threatened get that mac 11 these bullets will ride his face like a bike
like ok
don’t wanna support then get outta my way
i don’t need it anyway
i just shot my shot and it was cash rudy g-y, ain’t even know she was g-y
she f-ck wit me cause my money young like trae, it’s coming straight from the bank
i’m getting guap and they still find a way just to hate, give a f-ck what n-ggas think
ahh ahh ahh
i’m feeling high high high
no i don’t smoke but my sh-t is so red ok look at my eye eye eyes
pockets so fat that you’d think i was fat ok look at my thigh igh ighs
they really living just to me fall then i guess they gone die die die
i feel like ezio auditore, do this for honor ain’t talking no sword play
i be f-ckin ya b-tch in the back of the back and her momma said stop all that horse play
yea you hated on me when i pull up in that new porsche imma let the horse play
got her p-ssy wet don’t need no foreplay, 7 days a week and 24 a day
[chorus x2]
nowadays n-ggas be cappin they ain’t bout the action u know that they ain’t really-
i’m boutta go get my l i ain’t talking bout driving or smoking i’ll show em who-
all of the n-ggas that did me dirty in the past i’m about to show em how it-
yea, like what’s the deal i been k!lling before and i’m k!lling it still
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