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rockstar marqo - fuck rappin lyrics

[intro: rockstar marqo]
rockstar, trapstar

[chorus: rockstar marqo]
ay look, i mixed the trap with the rock and roll
rockstar, b-tch, i’m on the road
back on the block, selling 36 o’s
fifty bags, that’s a truckload
designer kicks on a n-gg-‘s toe
still down to kick a n-gg-‘s door
brett favre, i just poured a four
shawty got bricks, i’ma sell them for the l-o
i mixed the rock and roll with the trap
i got a guitar and a strap
inked up with the face tats
i’m on the road, still jugging that pack
robbed a n-gg-, can’t get it back
you’re a country boy, so i had to tax
i rock and roll, n-gg-, f-ck rapping
i do me a show, then i’m right back trapping

[verse 1: rockstar marqo]
ay look, i’m having bags for the l-o
shoot good with that hoodie like melo
popped two percs, white and yellow
f-ck with the mob like the goodfellas
got my groove back like stella
work the pot, n-gg- hot like a tea kettle
lot of hoes like helter skelter
can’t see a n-gg- like helen keller
keep the glock, i don’t do no yelling
i’m a convicted felon
gotta watch these n-gg-s ’cause i know they telling
t-to told me he don’t really smell them
got three bricks left and i gotta sell them
plug told me that he gotta mail them
i’m in this b-tch with a vendetta
got .223s at the cell, bail a n-gg-

[chorus: rockstar marqo]
i mixed the trap with the rock and roll
rockstar, b-tch, i’m on the road
back on the block, selling 36 o’s
fifty bags, that’s a truckload
designer kicks on a n-gg-‘s toe
still down to kick a n-gg-‘s door
brett favre, i just poured a four
shawty got bricks, i’ma sell them for the l-o
i mixed the rock and roll with the trap
i got a guitar and a strap
inked up with the face tats
i’m on the road, still jugging that pack
robbed a n-gg-, can’t get it back
you’re a country boy, so i had to tax
i rock and roll, n-gg-, f-ck rapping
i do me a show, then i’m right back trapping

[verse 2: rockstar marqo]
ay look, i remember hot days chilling at the corner store
real talk, i don’t wanna trap no more
why sell dope? i could do me a show
but i’m still in the kitchen, trying to whip me a whole
hoodrich, but i used to be poor
mismatched socks with the hole in the toe
now i’m in louie, i’ma buy the whole store
training day, i got racks on the floor
golden child, b-tch, i got the glow
these n-gg-s biting, had to switch up the flow
i ain’t having no problems, they ain’t want no smoke
i ain’t drinking on pepsi, just selling c-ke
versace linen with the trench coat
rockstar, i’m the goat
trap school, i had a 4.0

[outro: rockstar marqo]
the rock and roll…
on the road…
truckload…
n-gg-‘s toe…
poured a four…

- rockstar marqo lyrics

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