letra de rockstar life - playboi carti
[intro]
rockstar sh-t, yeah
smokin’ i might be sick, yeah
got a bad lil’ b-tch, yeah
and this b-tch so thick, yeah
clown ’em, come on, huh
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uh, uh, uh
yeah, uh
i want more, yeah
[verse 1]
slatt, yeah, hold up
my b-tch unreal, yeah (real, yeah)
i’m ’bout to make this b-tch strip, yeah (strip)
yeah (yeah), i’m ’bout to give this b-tch a tip (yeah)
homixide (yeah), i’m ’bout to put this b-tch on a fl!ck (yeah)
homixide (homixide, homixide, yeah), ysl cheetah jeans (yeah)
she’s a cheater, she a cheater, she with me again (oh, yeah)
don’t get caught in the mix talkin’ ’bout me again (ah)
aim at a opp pack, yeah-yeah, he lost his brain, man (he dead)
he need a surgeon, a surgeon, yeah (what?)
everything i do, i put it in verses (yeah)
upside down crosses, yeah, but i’m worth it, yeah (what? yeah)
p-ssy ass n-gga (yeah), get to workin’, yeah (okay)
yeah, diamonds on my arm, and my bracelet, yeah (uh-uh)
p-ssy n-ggas, yeah, they still hating, yeah (uh-uh)
n-ggas ain’t even on my bracket, yeah (what? what? what? what? what?)
i’m in l.a., like what’s brackin’? yeah (b-tch)
uh-uh
n-ggas not me, yeah, rockstar life, [?] (yeah, yeah)
pretty as f-ck, baby, like i’m billie jean, yeah (yeah)
[bridge]
uh-uh (what?)
[verse 2]
watch how i lean, i got racks on my sleeve
i’m that sh-t, i’m that being, yeah-yeah, uh-uh (yeah)
don’t call my phone (yeah), i been geeked (yeah), yeah, uh-uh (what?)
all these hoes like to tweak, yeah-yeah, uh-uh
audemars playin’, that’s just on my timezone (zone)
i been on some sh-t, i been on that carti mode (mode)
all these n-ggas know that i been havin’ more (what?)
and i been havin’ the most, uh-huh (what? yeah, homixide, homixide, homixide)
turned the b-tch into a ghost, uh-huh (yeah, homixide, homixide, homixide, homixide, oh, yeah)
(homixide, homixide), i’ma thug it out
i been a pro (okay)
i’m a young n-gga (okay), i might f-ck the b-tch on a gopro (okay)
sell drugs, somethin’ on the low (okay)
if i see an opp comin’, yeah, aim at the hoe (okay, okay)
we gon’ aim at the ‘o, huh-huh
if we see the cops behind us, we gon’ crash, on the dough, huh-huh
we might crash on your folks, i might kick through yo’ door (why?)
i gotta let you hoes know (why?)
young n-gga, billy goat
throw your h-rns up, hoe
throw your h-rns up, hoe (yeah)
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