Lyrics:
rockstar
M u r d e r e r everybody know I take shit to far
Way out to fucking Mars
Way out til I hit the stars
H e l l b o y fuck you nigga you gonna die
Go
on the shelf
Ex girlfriends a breaker
Balling like the Lakers
Winner then a taker
Now a heart breaker
I need to kiss a mistletoe
I don't wanna cuff a h
Jeg har det bedre end de fleste
U-u-uhh, lad mig bevis' det
Tro mig, holder ud til det sidste
H-h-har det godt, har det fedt
Tro mig, har det helt
the L you see me swerving lanes n****
Don't be mad I see you out don't know ya name h**
All them ass pics on the gram you want the fame h**
Trap money in
I fit in
N***a living life is amazing
All these damn blunts that I’m blazing
N***a I don’t wanna be famous
No you can’t pay me in payments
Your b***h
And I hope you gon fight
When the dreams are down the line
H.O.P.E.
I'm finding you tonight
I came to bring the light
I just want you to - H.O.P.E
I'm
been swervin in the city yeah swervin h-town
Hold up
Smoking down whippin lookin pretty as shit
I'm cozy down to the feet with my slippers and spliff
I'm too fried
I'm too fried
Fried
Fried
I'm too fried
I'm too fried
I'm too fried
With your b***h smoking clud
Trying to stick my thumb in her butt
Call
If I flip it I don't miss it
Once I hit then I ship it
Send that b***h threw Ups
Ima send her ass home with hickies on her chest
She say chepe is
fly away)
Flex on em 1 time (1 time)
Flex on em 2 time (2 time)
Flex on em 3 time (3 time)
Just so they know you aint no average hoe
No basic b***h
yourself killed
H3 H3
Oh man what a night
Man it made me realize
I had to start the year right
H3 H3
Oh man what a night
Man it made me realize
I had
j'balancerai pas, metter moi 90h
J'fait sauter l'mac en deux speed
J'regarde leurs défaites, j'apprends des leçons
J'regarde leurs défaites, mais j'fait les
ã o q u i s e r e n t r a r
M e l h o r a l u g a r
M a s s e m q u e b r a r
N ã o f i q u e n a p a s s a g e m
N i
on me
They think I’m ghetto
Gotta be careful in the streets
Cause they trynna put a target on me
They think I'm ghetto
G-H-E-T-T-O
G-H-E-T-T-O
G-H
A young nigga dripped out
Fuck on that bitch she from h-town
She a stallion no megan
She eat my dick she’s not vegan
She fuck with the weatherman
All
She’s at U, H
It’s on you, babe
Yeah she’s at U, H
Yeah it’s on you, babe
She’s at U, H
It’s on you, babe
Yeah she’s at U, H
Yeah she going
I know that
haut, j'ai gravi les échelons allègrement
Plus inquiété à l'heure du règlement
Repère Rambo, la force de la nature est dans la place
Le reflet du H
Noho papa au
Noho papa au
Noho papa au
H-A-W-A-I-'-I
Ha-wa-i-'i
Noho i Hawai'i
H-A-W-A-I-'-I
Ha-wa-i-'i
E nā kini o ka lāhui
H-A-W-A-I-'-I
Ha-wa-i-'i
I know some h**s that'll fuck me for balenciagas
Nobody knowin what I go thru
I got many problems
In my road
U gotta go cuz it ain't Neva stopping
Pour up a four
Hi tech galore
Got weed ain't no side dish
I'm leaning
Bi**h I'm unleashing my demons
Had a demon bitch drinking my semen
Life
all we do get money
You should do the same, ditto
Bout that life, eh, ditto
She want this 'd', all her friends said ditto
Going H.A.R.D., she talking
I'ma drive though
Her garage door
There's an H3 hammer on your front lawn
Pass that purple I got green, Congo
Relax girl we'll go nine to six, no 5, 0
to the game and now she want me back like
"Oh no", she done started posting old photos
Then she had the nerve to text me asking for some promo like, "wait h
some f****** games you get knocked off hot drop off
B***h we bout our business so you know
We lay law
Play some f****** games you get knocked off hot
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