Karaoke Rockstar (explicit) von DaBaby, Roddy Ricch — mit Songtext mitsingen auf Singa

Rockstar (explicit) Karaoke

Roddy Ricch, DaBaby

SongtexteRockstar (explicit)

Woo, woo

I pull up like

How you pull up baby?

How you pull up?

How you pull up?

I pull up

(SethInTheKitchen)

let's go

Brand new Lamborghini

f**k a cop car

with the pistol on my hip

like I'm a cop

Have you ever met

a real ni**a rockstar?

This ain't no guitar

bi**h this a Glock

My Glock told me

to promise you gon'

squeeze me

you better let me go

the day you need me

Soon as you up me

on that ni**a

get to bustin'

and if I ain't enough

go get the chop

It's safe to say

I earned it

ain't a ni**a

gave me nothin'

I'm ready to hop out

on a ni**a get to bustin'

know you heard me say

"You play, you lay"

don't make me

push the button

Full of pain

dropped enough tears

to fill up a fu**in' bucket

goin' for buckets

I bought a chopper

I got a big drum

it hold a hundred

ain't goin' for nothin'

I'm ready to air it out

on all these ni**as

I can see 'em runnin'

Just talked to my mama

she hit me on FaceTime

just to check up on me

and my brother

I'm really the baby she

know that her youngest

son was always

guaranteed

to get the money

She know that her

baby boy was always

guaranteed

to get the loot

She know what I do

she know 'fore I run

from a ni**a

Imma pull it out

and shoot

PTSD I'm always

waking up in cold sweats

like I got the flu

my daughter a G she saw

me kill a ni**a in front of

her before the age of two

And I'll kill

another ni**a too

'fore I let another ni**a

do somethin' to you

Long as you know that

don't let nobody

tell you different

Daddy love you

let's go

Brand new Lamborghini

f**k a cop car

with the pistol on my hip

like I'm a cop

Have you ever met

a real ni**a rockstar?

This ain't no guitar

bi**h this a Glock

My Glock told me

to promise you gon'

squeeze me

you better let me go

the day you need me

Soon as you up me

on that ni**a

get to bustin'

and if I ain't enough

go get the chop

Keep a Glocky when

I ride in the Suburban

'cause the codeine had

a young ni**a swervin'

I got the mop watch me

wash 'em like detergent

and I'm ballin' that's why

it's diamonds

on my jersey

Slide on opps' side

and flip the block back

yeah, yeah

my junior popped him

and left him lopsided

yeah, yeah

We spin his block

got the rebound

Dennis Rodman

fool me one time

you can't cross me again

Twelve hundred

horsepower

I get lost in the wind

if he talkin' on the yard

the pen' dogs'll

take his chin

Maybach SUV

for my refugees

buy blocks in the hood

put money in the streets

I was solo when

the opps caught me

at the gas station

had it on me thirty

thousand thought it was

my last day

But they ain't even

want no smoke

if I had to choose it

murder what she wrote

let's go

Brand new Lamborghini

f**k a cop car

with the pistol on my hip

like I'm a cop

Have you ever met

a real ni**a rockstar?

This ain't no guitar

bi**h this a Glock

My Glock told me

to promise you gon'

squeeze me

you better let me go

the day you need me

Soon as you up me

on that ni**a

get to bustin'

and if I ain't enough

go get the chop _

Komponist:in
Ross Joseph Iv Portaro, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Rodrick Wayne Jr Moore
Songtexte
Ross Joseph Iv Portaro, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Rodrick Wayne Jr Moore
Herausgeber:in
Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd, Universal/mca Music Scand Ab, Warner Chappell Music Scand Ab