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She wanna fuck with a Rockstar so you know imma let her I spent like three on this G-Star and its Rick Owen leather They sayin BlacBoy you three hard but I'm just getting better Spinning yo block with no regards yea we leaving it wet up My neck so cold need a check up, I got my foot on they throat never let up Thirty round slice his dome like a edge up, demon turn into a ghost hit the pedal Fresh off a jugg with my main mans and we splitting the profit No you cant come to them ganglands yea we getting it popping I'm throwing bands make em rain dance, she trying to fuck on my main mans Why would I trip know we all paid, wrecking that pussy like all state Gun on my hip I can't walk straight, sliding with shootas no ball play Used to catch me in the hallway, now they bumping all my shit screaming all day Trap jumping got that bit like a kangaroo Racks thumbing I can show you a thing or two Flat stomach suck it up like she brainless too Say fuck it drop the top got a brainless coupe Trap jumping got that bit like a kangaroo Racks thumbing I can show you a thing or two Flat stomach suck it up like she brainless too Say fuck it drop the top got a brainless coupe She wanna fuck with a Rockstar so you know imma let her I spent like three on this G-Star and its Rick Owen leather They sayin BlacBoy you three hard but I'm just getting better Spinning yo block with no regards yea we leaving it wet up My neck so cold need a check up, I got my foot on they throat never let up Thirty round slice his dome like a edge up, demon turn into a ghost hit the pedal Fresh off a jugg with my main mans and we splitting the profit No you cant come to them ganglands yea we getting it popping She wanna fuck with a Rockstar, all of my niggas they trap stars Niggas know we into it no cap boy, we been busy getting to all them racks boy State to state like a trooper life fast forward Trying to space out the coupe and the dashboard Gettin' face from ya boo I ain't ask for it Let's just face it it's true know I'm that boy NGH in the club Bottle bitches in the VIP and they showing us love Prada dripping proud of me cuz I knew what it was Proud of me but doubted me treated me like a scrub But it's all gon change I'm calling gang we up She wanna fuck wit a mobstar, you know imma let her I could spend three on this Wockhardt but this Glock even better They like FifthWard boy you three hard I'm just getting better Spinning yo block with no regards we leaving it wet up My neck so cold need a check up, I got my foot on they throat never let up Thirty round slice his dome like a edge up, demon turn into a ghost hit the pedal Fresh off a jugg with my main mans and we splitting the profit Niggas cant come to the gangland, cause we getting it popping (Take your time, lemme change your mind, take your time, yeah) (She wanna fuck with a rockstar, she wanna fuck with a rockstar, she can't fake it)