DaBaby - ROCKSTAR (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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DaBaby - ROCKSTAR (en) Lyrics
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I pull up like
How you pull up, Baby? How
you pull up? (Oh, oh, oh)
How you pull up? I pull up (Woo,
Seth in the kitchen)
Let's go
Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car
With the pistol on my hip like
I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have you ever met a real
nigga rockstar?
This ain't no guitar, bitch,
this a Glock (Woo)
My Glock told me to promise
you gon' squeeze me (Woo)
You better let me go the
day you need me (Woo)
Soon as you up me on that nigga,
get to bustin' (Woo)
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop
It's safe to say I earned it,
ain't a nigga gave me nothin'
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm ready to hop out on a
nigga, 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 fuckin' 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
niggas, 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 (Okay, let's go)
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 nigga, I'ma pull
it out and shoot (Boom)
PTSD, I'm always waking up in cold
sweats like I got the flu
My daughter a G, she saw me
kill a nigga in front of
her before the age of two
And I'll kill another nigga too
'Fore I let another nigga
do somethin' to you
Long as you know that, don't let
nobody tell you different
Daddy love you (Yeah, yeah)
Soon as you up me on that nigga,
get to bustin' (Woo, yeah)
And if I ain't enough, go get
the chop (Yeah, yeah)
Keep a Glocky when I ride
in the Suburban
'Cause the codeine had a
young nigga 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
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