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ross rhime - roxta 019* lyrics

[intro]
ayy, ayy

[hook]
real rockstar
hit a k!ll hit on on the bad sh+t
bad b+tch
pull up on a system
makes you can’t quit
rachet, you gon patch it
you won’t drop quick
pop him, pockets talking
you are not rockin’
real rockstar
hit a k!ll hit on on the bad sh+t
bad b+tch
pull up on a system
makes you can’t quit
rachet, you gon patch it
you won’t drop quick
pop him, pockets talking
you are not rockin’
[verse 1]
diamonds on your body
but you’re sounding like a wack sh+t
cap it!
running like a b+tch, you snitched, you’re d+mn quick
pullin all the semis
i’m on living in a scary house
when you wanna rap
tell me that pullin’ my p+n+s out

[verse 2]
.45s’ out
got my f+cking heart start bumping
one bullet shot
can turn you into nothing
pain is so hard
you’ll want to be dead like a m+ffin
when you fall down
all your friends will start to laughin’
bank, bank, bank
bank accounts
gain, gain, gain
who’ll gotta pay for your lost
i now some
b+tches f+cking out
giving sloppy for the fashion
kick out like a wind
now i’m feelin’ like a rasheed
wrist big ben clock
on my sh+t, i’ll have it
running with my homies
pass the dope
ain’t no trash, b+tch
tell me that you love me
i ain’t believing no hoe
tell me where this a
how to free more bros
pull up on my city
if you catch this, urgent
diamonds swervin’
got my pistols all ’em fervent
murdered hitta on a picture
now he passed out
you snitched so far
that’s why you get popped up
[hook]
real rockstar, hitta
k!lled on a bad sh+t
bad b+tch
pull up on a system
makes you can’t quit
rachet, you gon patch it
you won’t drop quick
pop him, pockets talking
you are not rockin’
real rockstar, hitta
k!lled on a bad sh+t
bad b+tch
pull up on a system
makes you can’t quit
rachet, you gon patch it
you won’t drop quick
pop him, pockets talking
you are not rockin’

[freestyle]
i’ve been watching everyone out since 2019
they know my name but they’re acting like they don’t know me
steppin’ so hard on em makin’ another earthquake
your b+tch gave me a cake
that was not on my birthday
list changed
i put money in the first place
9 times out of 10 b+tches can be replaced
actin’ not smart made ’em think that i’m a fool
gettin’ inside their minds making how i want them to move
lion king in this zoo
they’ve been watching out for the moon to attack in the night
but i got nothing to lose
couldn’t you figure it out
they put your mind in a frame
they gave you a couple of chains
now you a boss in a game, huh?
you wanna do nothing
all you do is complain huh?
trappin’ so hard
you’re not even on my radar
yeah
blind for loving that like i’m a ray charles
yeah
my grandpa was a pharmacist
i pop the x sh+t like a narcissist
all i care it’s our digits
rockin’ in jumanji

- ross rhime lyrics

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