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daddex – rockstar lyrics

[chorus]
lose your man, come party with a rockstar
poppin’ percocets, i’m sippin’ wockhardt
postin’ pictures but you really not hard
talkin’ down, i let my brodie pop off
pull up on your b-tch and drop the top
you know my money long, so i can’t fit that in a box
she was on my bag, i told that b-tch to kick some rocks, ayy
now these b-tches hate me when i skrrt off on the block, ayy, ayy

[verse]
with my bro, we on the run from cop cars
b-tch, i get it, jumpin’ like a pop-tart
talkin’ dirt gon’ get yo’ brodie knocked off
she gon’ give me toppy with her top off
she gon’ eat up, she d-mn near made me nod off, ayy
geekin’ off the molly, that sh-t give me lock-jaw, ayy
your main b-tch a freak, she let me hit it raw dog, ayy
i’ve been makin’ plays so baby said i ball hard, ayy
geekin’ with my b-tch, she pourin’ fours out
she thumbin’ through hunnids when she pull up to the dogs house
two hoes in my whip, when i hop out, i’m blowin’ smoke out
i ran out of percs, i hit my plug, i need some more now
i don’t answer calls, i won’t get involved
i’m just posted with my dogs, grab the work and send it off, ayy
your b-tch popped a bean so she creepin’ through the halls, ayy
i stay on my [?], i don’t love these hoes at all, ayy

- daddex lyrics

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