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Rok on the track, yeah High top socks with Gucci flips Her ass fat, but is it real? Stuff my jeans with nothin' but blue strips And my pants Rockstar ripped (Yeah) Keed talk to 'em Rockstar, Rockstar (Yeah) Rockstar, Rockstar, Rockstar (Yeah) Rockstar skinnies, crushed up my pills (Rockstar) I ain't got a band, got bands in the ceil' (Rockstar) My diamonds hit, you can tell they real (Rockstar, yeah) Shit bitin' like Tyson on Holyfield (Bling) Rockstar, Rockstar (Woah) Rockstar, Rockstar, Rockstar Have you ever fucked a superstar? I'm a rockstar, I don't need a guitar When I hit the gas, my engine fart Driving a spaceship, land on Mars Came in the game, I was popping seals I just approved another deal Tip me over, this drip gon' spill XO made me a cool ten mil' I'm taking bets (Bets) He sending threats, off with his neck (Yeah) Letras de cancionesGet my respect, yeah Fly to a check and hop on a jet One man band I made the beat, I want one hundred percent (No cap) I be with slimes and I'm with Keed And they gon' jump in the fans High top socks with Gucci flips Her ass fat, but is it real? Stuff my jeans with nothin' but blue strips And my pants Rockstar ripped (Yeah) Keed talk to 'em Rockstar, Rockstar (Yeah) Rockstar, Rockstar, Rockstar (Yeah) Rockstar skinnies, crushed up my pills (Rockstar) I ain't got a band, got bands in the ceil' (Rockstar) My diamonds hit, you can tell they real (Rockstar, yeah) Shit bitin' like Tyson on Holyfield (Bling) Rockstar, Rockstar (Woah) Rockstar, Rockstar, Rockstar I'm goin' right in Treat the pussy like a pool, go ahead and dive in Baby, ain't no top on the coupe, you can climb in Yes, I hit the booty club, went and changed the climate Ain't no cappin', nigga Rockstar cuts in my jeans VVS diamonds came from Water by G Truck not rented, it didn't come with a lease Get your ass whacked, give the shooters ten a piece In a geeked out car, got a horse on the seat Just got the drop on the man from his bitch Nigga gettin' cheddar like a fuckin' Cheez-It We was at Coachella with nothin' but bad bitches Not McNabb, but I'm with NAV High top socks with Gucci flips Her ass fat, but is it real? Stuff my jeans with nothin' but blue strips And my pants Rockstar ripped (Yeah) Keed talk to 'em Rockstar, Rockstar (Yeah) Rockstar, Rockstar, Rockstar (Yeah) Rockstar skinnies, crushed up my pills (Rockstar) I ain't got a band, got bands in the ceil' (Rockstar) My diamonds hit, you can tell they real (Rockstar, yeah) Shit bitin' like Tyson on Holyfield (Bling) Rockstar, Rockstar (Woah) Rockstar, Rockstar, Rockstar From Letras Mania