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rock star shit! - teroxvi lyrics

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[intro]
oh*oh
oh*oh

[chorus]
walk in this b*tch on some rockstar sh*t
walk in this b*tch on some rockstar sh*t
pop in this sh*t like a pop star, n*gga
n*ggas be sweet like a poptart, n*gga
ain’t tryna get mad and start some sh*t
finish this sh*t like mortal, b*tch

[verse]
i am a deity, immortal, b*tch
yes, i’m the sh*t, don’t flush me, b*tch
get on my nerves, like “shut up, b*tch”
i got a girl, don’t touch me, b*tch
matter of fact, you can suck me, a minute
don’t rush me, girl, give me a minute
call me ray cyrus, i ain’t talking ’bout billy
shooting my choppa and rip the whole fifty
making some sense, i ain’t talking ’bout 50
empty the clip, now i’m leaving ’em sh*tty
all of my b*tches, yeah, they looking pretty
i like my b*tches, yeah, chocolate*vanilly
i got a watch, but no, it’s not silly
labels keep tryna hit me for the dealies
she riding me, she popping a wheelie
she riding me, she popping a* mmm
[verse 2]
no, i don’t understand
what did you say?
i don’t understand
my money on a boat
i don’t need a hand
baby, just ride it, i don’t wanna stand
i’m moving quick, like i’m in the sand
shawty a dime, she is a 10
all of my diamonds, immaculate

[interlude]
if you haven’t heard my song “immaculate” go check it out right now

[verse 3]
lil tero vert, he is the man
i bet you thought that the song was gon’ end
i shoot my shot and that b*tch going in
i shoot my shot and i aim for your head
off of the drugs, i can’t give the lean up
i’m done with these hoes, yeah, i had to leave ’em

[chorus]
walk in this b*tch on some rockstar sh*t
walk in this b*tch on some rockstar sh*t
pop in this sh*t like a pop star, n*gga
n*ggas be sweet like a poptart, n*gga
ain’t tryna get mad and start some sh*t
finish this sh*t like mortal, b*tch
[verse]
i am a deity, immortal, b*tch
yes, i’m the sh*t, don’t flush me, b*tch
get on my nerves, like “shut up, b*tch”
i got a girl, don’t touch me, b*tch
matter of fact, you can suck me, a minute
don’t rush me, girl, give me a minute
call me ray cyrus, i ain’t talking ’bout billy
shooting my choppa and rip the whole fifty
making some sense, i ain’t talking ’bout 50
empty the clip, now i’m leaving ’em sh*tty
all of my b*tches, yeah, they looking pretty
i like my b*tches, yeah, chocolate*vanilly
i got a watch, but no, it’s not silly
labels keep tryna hit me for the dealies
she riding me, she popping a wheelie
she riding me, she popping a* mmm

[outro]
i don’t understand, i don’t understand
i don’t need a hand
i don’t understand
like i’m in the sand
she is a 10
right now
yeah, he is the man
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ayy

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