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ROCKSTAR

Callon B
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Bitch im feeling like a rockstar Pull up in the lambo but i left out in a cop car Pants down damn caught me fuckin on a pop star Give a fuck about your spot we pulling up and pop stars And we might just pull your card like a Hallmark Get that boy burnt from the toaster like a poptart Hahaha And we don't play round we spray rounds If I slide then I swing like a playground Big Lord Death droppin buckets when it's game time Bout to headbang dreads swang I got hang time Underworld gang we the fam I got mob ties I could leave your body sketched in chalk like a outline Don't got respect for no bitches thats run through She said she love me I told that bitch fuck you Niggas such a bitch I think that nigga need a muzzle Call up J Rose he find the pieces to the puzzle Long trench coat big dick on the inside Dark shades any time of day cuz I'm big blind Bat shit blowin cat piss when the moon rise We disturbed now we see the world in a new light Woke up with a hang over ima die a legend Pussy ass rappers sugar coat it they'll be diabetic Man of science put my hand to Zion through these dianetics Porn stars and the foreign cars that's where I am headed Aye Locksmyth dreads knock a bitch in the mosh pit Godsend got it fucked up cuz I'm conscious Fear no man no plan for the fallen We get obnoxious look what it cost him Yak puddles pour one for my homie I'm still breakin down my last bundle Elbows on my table Mother fucker it's the last supper 5 finger ring on me bitch you feel these brass knuckles Know I keep that sting on me hit you with this mad ruckas Ugh Bitch im feeling like a rockstar Pull up in the lambo but i left out in a cop car Pants down damn caught me fuckin on a pop star Give a fuck about your spot we pulling up and pop stars And we might just pull your card like a Hallmark Get that boy burnt from the toaster like a poptart Hahaha And we don't play round we spray rounds If I slide then I swing like a playground Aye, we fuck it up Feeling like a scaggy cause I always keep it tucked That boy tryna pressure me I pull up with a pump Gat pack a punch we aint tryna say wassup Turn that boy to a zombie How am I scared when he rocks Abercrombie Got a suppresser not talking salami But I guess it's still a stick bitch Shot the blicky got him zipping like a ripstick I'm a psycho Talking shit on twitter now he saying it a typo How you talking shit when your main bitch is sucking my toe Said he got a draco, that's a geico How you know my name and still wonder how I got the crown My reign undisputed they be talking shit in proper nouns When I'm on my block I have not seen an op around Got that black mamba mentality I aint gon put the chopper down Bitch im feeling like a rockstar Pull up in the lambo but i left out in a cop car Pants down damn caught me fuckin on a pop star Give a fuck about your spot we pulling up and pop stars And we might just pull your card like a Hallmark Get that boy burnt from the toaster like a poptart Hahaha And we don't play round we spray rounds If I slide then I swing like a playground