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letra de rockstar - paulo rarri

[intro]
d-dawn

[chorus: paulo rarri]
draco on my shoulder (brrt)
i feel like a rockstar (like a rockstar)
dressed in all black (yeah)
i feel like a popstar (like a popstar)
i don’t drink no hennesy (yeah)
n-gga, i’m a wokstar (i’m a wokstar)
she gon’ pop that p-ssy for a n-gga like a pop-tart

[verse 1: surf]
told my shawty “go, go” (go)
i got hoes like a popstar
we got red and blue beams like we pulled up in a cop car
real diamonds all on me (ooh)
peach crush for the lean
i’m t’d up with my team (yeah)
i don’t talk, i intervene (yeah)
i got ksubi on my jeans (yeah)
i got chanel on my tee (yeah)
i got baddies on my squad, they be taking care of me (oh-oh)
i got gas insidе my blunt, like i’m smoking kerosenе (oh-oh)
they say “surfy, you my idol,” i don’t really care to be (yeah, yeah)
she gon’ come inside with problems i don’t really care to see (uh-uh)
god be takin’ all my people, that sh-t is not fair to me (uh-uh)
all my opps dead for real, they not only dead to me (uh-uh)
i can’t work no nine to five, tell that boy “don’t schedule me” (yeah)
and my shooter shoot for real, tell that boy “don’t mess with me”
keep this draco on my shoulder, that’s my f-ckin’ specialty
and i knew i was gon’ make it, i was only seventeen (only seventeen)
man, this money all i need
talkin’ down, make ’em bleed (talkin’ make ’em—)
[chorus: paulo rarri]
draco on my shoulder (brrt)
i feel like a rockstar (like a rockstar)
dressed in all black (yeah)
i feel like a popstar (like a popstar)
i don’t drink no hennesy (yeah)
n-gga, i’m a wokstar (i’m a wokstar)
she gon’ pop that p-ssy for a n-gga like a pop-tart

[verse 2: paulo rarri]
she gon’ pop it for me, i get how wet, like some diamonds
might surround my neck with water, n-gga, like an island (like an island)
me and surf too turnt up, boy, we wildin’ (yeah, we wildin’)
h-h-llcat speedin’, n-ggas won’t stop for the sirens
drive this b-tch like jimmy johnson, promise i won’t crash out (i won’t crash out)
told this b-tch to pull up, she gon’ pull up with her ass out (with her ass out)
i see what they mad ’bout (what they mad ’bout)
they jealous i got mad raps (i got mad raps)
b-tch, i feel like santa, n-gga, i just brought that bag out (i just brought that bag out)
n-ggas won’t get rid of me (yeah, yeah)
i been sippin’ wok, wok, wok, don’t sip no hennesy (yeah, yeah)
lean make me feel drowsy (me feel drowsy)
i done ran my money up, i’m rich just like rowdy
chopper on my right side, it hit like ronda rousey (ronda rousey)

- paulo rarri

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