🎵 Rockstars // by Max B

4 Contributors Rockstars Lyrics [Intro] Its ya boy This is for the jails, all the jails in the city All the jails worldwide Still Biggavell Green Lantern, what up? [Verse] Yeah, look how he dingle It's time to let him pop I stop, put out a single It's time to let him drop Don't want to see a nigga rise, jealous niggas despise The barrel, I let them suck it, then do it in they eyes Carol I let her fuck it, the coupe I let her drive Finagling for my ducklets The boof I never tried (Never) God dammit, thesе rappers they can't stand it They hatе it whenever I say I'm from another planet, oww Forever fresh, keep me in the glass My predications was that they couldn't keep me in the stash Now, look at the boy, always with a gig Love to fuck with the bitches and his aura getting big A year later I said it, orders in the mail I told you people you couldn't ignore the Biggavell (Nah) The Son of Sam, bullets are Cunningham Rookies hating on the burn, I got at summer jam (Oww) [Chorus] Bring the liquor got the weed Tell the bitches to come through I got what you need I can make your wishes come true Got the dick, got the chips Got the six with the stick Got the chicks, baby, just call me a Rockstar All these niggas keep asking 'bout this Public Domain Load the semi Desert Eagle and pump it in your brain I'ma ride, I can fly, I stay high to the sky I'ma ride, baby, just call me a rockstar The life of a rockstar [Outro] Rockstar, nigga Its ya boy Boss Don, Biggavell Public domain classic, for you boys man, boys and girls Got you rap niggas real aggie right now (Haha) I drop a freestyle or something every other week And just, just, take over the city with it You know, Its nothing Byrdgang Capo, I see you Gain Greene Its ya boy, Max Biggavelli Uh, gotta love it