borleone – rockstar lyrics
[intro]
young borleone, n-gg-
[chorus]
grab the stick, grab the mac’s, n-gg-, it’s time to hit a stain
real slime to the bone, n-gg- got loose screws in my brain
came from the trap, i was gettin’ them bags, i was whippin’ that crack rock, had to drain it
n-gg-s, they b-tch-made, talkin’ that sh-t with the glock out, n-gg-, i had to paint ’em
[verse 1]
borleone what? borleone k!ll ’em
i got that glock-23, pull the trigger
servin’ them j’s, n-gg-, just like, uh
servin’ them j’s, n-gg-, just like thriller
got me a pack when i was young, had to flip it
got me a scale, had to work my digits
f-ckin’ that b-tch ’til i get my interest
i’m servin’ that crack rock in the trenches
i ran in his home, now i caught me a charge
i sat in that jail, i ain’t have no bond
i’m right back out, n-gg- paid the cost
back on the block servin’ junkies the raw
these n-gg-s gettin’ k!lled for tellin’ sh-t they saw
the feds h-t the block, put the work in my drawers
got tats on my face, with the pain in my scars
young borleone, young lord, you’s a fraud
these n-gg-s be snitches, uh
never whipped white in the kitchen
run in my trap, n-gg-, get your issue
stay with my young n-gg-, bet he blitz you
keep me a bad b-tch, do the dishes
feds h-t the block, n-gg-, i’ma kick it
got me a bad b-tch, i’ma kiss it
back on the block with an a
back on the block with a drum and a k
i got them hoes, what the f-ck is a bae?
these n-gg-s be stealin’ flows, they my j-r
slide on my block with an ar
back on the stage, i’m a rockstar
[chorus]
grab the stick, grab the mac’s, n-gg-, it’s time to hit a stain
real slime to the bone, n-gg- got loose screws in my brain
came from the trap, i was gettin’ them bags, i was whippin’ that crack rock, had to drain it
n-gg-s, they b-tch-made, talkin’ that sh-t with the glock out, n-gg-, i had to paint ’em
[verse 2]
in love with my junkies, keep me on the block
i still be underhand with the rock
it used to be shootouts, n-gg-, with the glock
i’m deep in the streets, n-gg-, with no heart
i pull up in vert, n-gg-, with the top missing
overhand with the rock, i’ma pitch it
these n-gg-s keep tellin’, 12 keep on listening
i’m still in the trap puttin’ pounds on the digi’
you said that’s your b-tch but she end up missing
you said that’s your traphouse, i’ma kick it
these n-gg-s be goofy, weird, and they b-tches
one stop at the stove, n-gg-, in the kitchen
i’m whippin’ up chickens, servin’ all the biscuit
you come get a bag, n-gg-, like it’s christmas
i’m whippin’ up water, n-gg-, like a chemist
[chorus]
grab the stick, grab the mac’s, n-gg-, it’s time to hit a stain
real slime to the bone, n-gg- got loose screws in my brain
came from the trap, i was gettin’ them bags, i was whippin’ that crack rock, had to drain it
n-gg-s, they b-tch-made, talkin’ that sh-t with the glock out, n-gg-, i had to paint ’em
Random Lyrics
- shisuishis – this lyrics
- girls in hawaii – walk lyrics
- the lightning year – blessed (you graced my life) lyrics
- harriet brown – obsession lyrics
- busior – summer trip lyrics
- yqr solve – switching lanes lyrics
- infinito 2017 – by now the bread is old lyrics
- original broadway cast of glory days – after all lyrics
- john dankworth – modesty blaise lyrics
- re-flex (band) – recognise yourself lyrics