How ya doin' I'm YB the Rockstar I fuck hot babes and I drive a hot car Way before the guitar I was a block star How ya doin' I'm YB the rockstar Say rock on baby, say rock on x3
Rock on! Mohawks and heavy metal I'm never settled I'll be on the move, put your momma on the news CRYIN' Like Jim Taylor, stay with a tune n' When I let it loose give you the opposite of life TRY HIM Put you on death-row if you crooked eye him You never in the streets see ya boy put his time in Put his life in consignment and buy him 20 on his head will have them desert eagles flying Then I'm back in the street like a rock star Coke so soft but that soda make it rock hard That's when I used to eat macaroni and hot dogs Now when I'm valet parking I got the top off With a hot broad that suck me till she lock-jaw My red-boned bitch you can call her hot sauce Exhaust out the Bentley Coupe Blowing a whole bunch of kush out the Bentley roof See this the life that I dreamed about I seen the east, mid-west, and I seen the south While them fags was ridin' jags brought them beamers out Hip-hop was getting dirty had to clean the house YA Tell them hos that precise in the bitch And we fresh out the trap like some ice in this bitch Mr. rogers I'm too damn nice in this bitch So they can't see me I'm poltergeist in this bitch
How ya doin' I'm YB the Rockstar I fuck hot babes and I drive a hot car Way before the guitar I was a block star How ya doin' I'm YB the rockstar Say rock on baby, say rock on x3
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Rock on! Mohawks and heavy metal I'm never settled I'll be on the move, put your momma on the news CRYIN' Like Jim Taylor, stay with a tune n' When I let it loose give you the opposite of life TRY HIM Put you on death-row if you crooked eye him You never in the streets see ya boy put his time in Put his life in consignment and buy him 20 on his head will have them desert eagles flying Then I'm back in the street like a rock star Coke so soft but that soda make it rock hard That's when I used to eat macaroni and hot dogs Now when I'm valet parking I got the top off With a hot broad that suck me till she lock-jaw My red-boned bitch you can call her hot sauce Exhaust out the Bentley Coupe Blowing a whole bunch of kush out the Bentley roof See this the life that I dreamed about I seen the east, mid-west, and I seen the south While them fags was ridin' jags brought them beamers out Hip-hop was getting dirty had to clean the house YA Tell them hos that precise in the bitch And we fresh out the trap like some ice in this bitch Mr. rogers I'm too damn nice in this bitch So they can't see me I'm poltergeist in this bitch
How ya doin' I'm YB the Rockstar I fuck hot babes and I drive a hot car Way before the guitar I was a block star How ya doin' I'm YB the rockstar Say rock on baby, say rock on x3
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