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soulja boy - rockstar lyrics

19, night when it all started
i was going so ham on the beat, going r-t-rded
backseat of my mercedes, black on black paint
lookin’ at my iphone, not knowin’ what to think
just knowin’ that i’m that dude, killin’ n-gg-s in traffic
we rappin’, we spittin’ bullets at any n-gg- – we savage
any n-gg- that want this, well he can get it
i’m swearin’ n-gg-s talkin’ that sh-t but ain’t really weird
and i’m stayin’ holsted up with my n-gg-s, heavy like everyday
i’m west side on one, tatted sh-t up in my face
a real young dude but i gotta keep it real
i’m so official, this situation not even real
stacks on deck, money gained, occupation was in the field
and we stackin’ it every day, every dollar bill
n-gg-s steady hatin’ but really n-gg- f-ck how they feel
i’m off top, any n-gg- talk i have to kill

countin’ up a hundred grand
thinkin’ i’m the man
yea, i’m the man, i know that i’m the man
talkin’ bright lights, bright lights
yea, i’m a rockstar
bright lights, bright lights
yea, i’m a rockstar
countin’ up a hundred grand
thinkin’ like i’m the man
yea, i’m the man
bright lights, bright lights
tell ‘em i’m a rockstar
bright lights, bright lights
tell ‘em i’m a rockstar

i wake up in the morning and you know that it’s on
girls keep hittin’ my phone
can’t leave me alone
no, they can’t leave me alone
and this kush is smoking strong
got ferrari on my cologne
and my gold chain is so long
and i stash so fresh in the streets
and i go so hard on the beat
everywhere i go it’s sod
got the brand new j’s on my feet
they know what’s up with me
everybody know what’s up with me
what’s up with me?

bright lights, i’m a rockstar
welcome in the party, i’m a rasta
smokin’ on this kush every hour
we get it and we smellin’ so sour
i’m on stage and the lights goin’ crazy
cameras in my face, i just do it – f-ck the payment
yea, i do this sh-t for real
i go so hard, a mill for the deal
a mill every deal, we gotta get it in
when you in my presence the freshest is in the pen
it’s sodmg, we goin’ so f-ckin’ ham
n-gg-s thinkin’ we out of sp-ce with this program
money is what we makin’, balancin’ you is playin’
sod man we slayin’, coming hard never playin’
relaxin’ but still we layin’
lil dre i will be pam
they talkin’ but real talk bruh
i will off ‘em

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