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letra de rockstar - tyrn

[intro]
(you so amazing, ty, haha, oh my god)
woah, yeah, woah (yeah, oh my)

[chorus]
in the dark, we creep, super naughty (super naughty)
push the amg, sh-t got hydraulics (ty, what’s wrong with you?)
f-ck her dummy, she forgot her phonics (hey)
it’s the a.m., i rap like it’s nothin’ (hey)
push the fake n-ggas right off the map (yeah)
i just ran up a rack, poppin’ tags
i’m a top prod’, yeah, that’s it (ayy)
that’s why she so in love with the kid
she don’t mind if i f-ck and i dip
ayy, she just wanna know it feel to f-ck a rockstar
bae, i’m your popstar, on film like p-rnstar
we f-ck, yeah, till the mornin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse]
woah, this girl givin’ me stress (uh-huh)
put your hands up, this ya arrest
up as f-ck like new york jets, yeah-yeah
then hit a swish like ron artest, woah
uh, lil’ bad ting from mexico (yeah)
can you heal my soul? i need medicals
hit his ass with a counterblow
yeah, this draco thumpin’ like techno
yeah, push up, uh, sweep the crew, yeah, we push up (yeah, ty, ty)
brand-new whip, it’s a push-start (oh my, my)
i protect my force like a skywalker (yeah)
rock out with my twin, liam gallagher
y’all n-ggas don’t even know what i did for him
y’all n-ggas don’t even know what he did for me
if you f-ck up with him, horrible histories
they played with my heart, did me dirt, left me so sick (sick)
they wonder why lil’ ty fly, so f-ckin’ lit
i made this beat by my own, all by myself, all by myself, yeah
sh-t too easy, f-ck you mean it’s hard? this easy (uh-huh)
dumbass n-gga can’t compete, h-ll nah, you can’t compete
h-ll nah, you can’t hang with we, you ain’t pushed as hard as us
h-ll yeah, this sh-t too easy, f-ck with me, you can’t compete, oh yeah
(you so amazing, ty, haha, oh my god) yeah, yeah, yeah-ah
[chorus]
in the dark, we creep, super naughty (super naughty)
push the amg, sh-t got hydraulics (woo)
f-ck her dummy, she forgot her phonics (her phonics)
it’s the a.m., i rap like it’s nothin’ (hey)
push the fake n-ggas right off the map (hey)
i just ran up a rack, poppin’ tags
i’m a top prod’, yeah, that’s it (yeah, yeah)
that’s why she so in love with the kid
she don’t mind if i f-ck and i dip
ayy, she just wanna know it feel to f-ck a rockstar
bae, i’m your popstar, on film like p-rnstar
we f-ck, yeah, till the mornin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[outro]
woo, lil’ bad ting from mexico
can you heal my soul? i need medicals
hit his ass with a counterblow, blow
huh, buh
blow, blow away
yeah, oh my (ty, you’re so f-cking annoying, bro)
put your hands up, you’re under arrest
(ty, what’s wrong with you?)

- tyrn

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