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lirik lagu dababy - rockstar (fan made remix)

[intro: dababy]
woo, woo
i pull up like
how you pull up, baby? how you pull up? (oh, oh, oh)
how you pull up? i pull up (woo, sethinthekitchen)

[verse 1: dababy]
it’s safe to say i earned it, ain’t a n~gga gave me nothin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m ready to hop out on a n~gga, get to bustin’
know you hеard me say, “you play, you lay,” don’t make me push thе b~tton
full of pain, dropped enough tears to fill up a f~ckin’ bucket
goin’ for buckets, i bought a chopper
i got a big drum, it hold a hundred, ain’t goin’ for nothin’
i’m ready to air it out on all these n~ggas, i can see ’em runnin’
just talked to my mama, she hit me on facetime just to check up on me and my brother
i’m really the baby, she know that her youngest son was always guaranteed to get the money (okay, let’s go)
she know that her baby boy was always guaranteed to get the loot
she know what i do, she know ‘fore i run from a n~gga, i’ma pull it out and shoot (boom)
ptsd, i’m always waking up in cold sweats like i got the flu
my daughter a g, she saw me k!ll a n~gga in front of her before the age of two
and i’ll k!ll another n~gga too
‘fore i let another n~gga do somethin’ to you
long as you know that, don’t let n0body tell you different
daddy love you (yeah, yeah)
[chorus: dababy]
let’s go
brand new lamborghini, f~ck a cop car
with the pistol on my hip like i’m a cop (yeah, yeah, yeah)
have you ever met a real n~gga rockstar? (yeah)
this ain’t no guitar, b~tch, this a glock (woo)
my glock told me to promise you gon’ squeeze me (woo)
you better let me go the day you need me (woo)
soon as you up me on that n~gga, get to bustin’ (woo)
and if i ain’t enough, go get the chop

[verse 2: juice wrld]
i’m in it to win it, i’ma be the best, yes, sir
started from the bottom, i ain’t have no one, yes, sir
had to get big on them n~ggas, bruce banner
bro split wigs, turn a n~gga to a dancer
i got hard, i got soft, what you want?
since the day that i’ve been on, they been blowing up my phone
i can’t hear ’em, i got all this loud in my lungs
thumbin’ through these blue faces while i’m smoking on runtz
uh, i’m in the hills (ooh, yeah), countin’ them bills (ooh, yeah)
all baguette diamonds (ooh, yeah), chandelier give her chills (yeah)
feel like yesterday i was just watching fresh prince (uh)
now the crib look like bel~air, rip to uncle phil
money big, uncle phil, twin glocks, phil and lil
n~ggas hate, uncle tom, spin them off me, carousel
get ’em off me, go to h~ll, silencer, k!ll ’em soft
tecca’ll take you for ransom, me, i’ll put you in a coffin
[chorus: dababy]
let’s go
brand new lamborghini, f~ck a cop car
with the pistol on my hip like i’m a cop (yeah, yeah, yeah)
have you ever met a real n~gga rockstar? (yeah)
this ain’t no guitar, b~tch, this a glock (woo)
my glock told me to promise you gon’ squeeze me (woo)
you better let me go the day you need me (woo)
soon as you up me on that n~gga, get to bustin’ (woo)
and if i ain’t enough, go get the chop

[verse 3: lil uzi vert]
gotta go now (go now)
gotta go, swervin’ in my whip can’t slow down (go, skrrr)
drivin’ fancy cars, boy, i’m on the road now (hmm)
automatic start, my vic take a code now (now)
yuh, rockstar, heavy metal, no guitar (guitar)
why you pay so much for yo’ nissan? because it’s gtr (r)
first, i shift it, cl!ck it, burnin’ rubber like i’m movin’ dark (yah)
drive at night, i chop my top so i can relate to the stars
yeah, relate to the stars
i’ma race you for a pink slip
i got nitrous in my car so tell me what you thinkin’
my adrenaline start pumpin’ so i been stopped blinkin’

[chorus: dababy]
let’s go
brand new lamborghini, f~ck a cop car
with the pistol on my hip like i’m a cop (yeah, yeah, yeah)
have you ever met a real n~gga rockstar? (yeah)
this ain’t no guitar, b~tch, this a glock (woo)
my glock told me to promise you gon’ squeeze me (woo)
you better let me go the day you need me (woo)
soon as you up me on that n~gga, get to bustin’ (woo)
and if i ain’t enough, go get the chop
[verse 4: roddy ricch]
keep a glocky when i ride in the suburban
’cause the codeine had a young n~gga swervin’
i got the mop, watch me wash ’em like detergent
and i’m ballin’, that’s why it’s diamonds on my jersey
slide on opps’ side and flip the block back, yeah, yeah
my junior popped him and left him lopsided, yeah, yeah
we spin his block, got the rebound, dennis rodman
fool me one time, you can’t cross me again
twelve hundred horsepower, i get lost in the wind
if he talkin’ on the yard, the pen’ dogs’ll take his chin
maybach suv for my refugees
buy blocks in the hood, put money in the streets
i was solo when the opps caught me at the gas station
had it on me, thirty thousand, thought it was my last day
but they ain’t even want no smoke
if i had to choose it, murder what she wrote

[verse 5: the kid laroi]
uh, smoking on that green (oh yeah), h~ll nah, oh, please
oh, that’s your b~tch? then why she with the gang all up on her knees?
you wanna build a future with her, but that b~tch is for the streets
let her blow it in the breeze, d~ck in her mouth, now she can’t speak
rockstar lifestyle, on my cobain sh~t (‘bain, yeah)
got blacked out drunk and forgot who i came with (came with)
went home with two basic girls, f~ck it, i was faded (on one)
got your b~tch, she passed me the spliff, f~ck it, i’ma face it
okay, i’m drunk and it’s late, i’ve lost all of my patience (oh yeah, oh yeah)
i’m ’bout to get high, pass me the spliff, b~tch, i’ma face it
young, rich and wasted, probably on your b~tch’s playlist
i know they got a lot to say about me but won’t say sh~t to me
i can’t leave that sh~t in the past
yeah, we used to be cool (cool) and you used to make me laugh (laugh)
but um, i can’t be the man that you asked (you asked)
i just accepted that this sh~t will never, ever last

[verse 6: xxxtentacion]
oh~oh~oh, haha, oh, aye, yeah
murder these flows like i murder these ho ass n~ggas
where the f~ck is your energy, bro?
make your n~gga deepthroat a desert eagle
if he try me like a ho, p~ssy boy, that’s on my soul
make my flow shapeshift, cold expression like a facelift
at the publix with like eight grips if you talkin’ all that ape sh~t
i’m not talkin’ ymbape sh~t, but i’m bangin’ on my chest, b~tch
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
travelin’ through the infinity, uh
you not that n~gga, pretend to be, uh
all that bullsh~t do not get to me, uh
i am a spirit, an entity, uh
you just wan suck up my energy, uh
i am the realest since kennedy, uh
you p~ssy ass n~ggas f~ckin’ suck, you sound the same
i spit the pain, that’s why these young n~ggas feel the same
they know i bang, i’ll pull a f~ckin’ pistol out the range and act insane
yeah, ayy

[outro: dababy]
brand new lamborghini, f~ck a cop car
with the pistol on my hip like i’m a cop (yeah, yeah, yeah)
have you ever met a real n~gga rockstar? (yeah)
this ain’t no guitar, b~tch, this a glock (woo)
my glock told me to promise you gon’ squeeze me (woo)
you better let me go the day you need me (ah)
soon as you up me on that n~gga, get to bustin’ (ahh)
and if i ain’t enough, go get the chop

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