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yung seventeen - keep crying those crocodile tears lyrics

(yeah, rockstar)

i got up from the forest floor like
stronger and better
i’m smoking on sour, yeah
i’m rocking a diesel leather
i was rocking g+star and now i’m just a star and a g
baby, i pull up in a jeep
yeah, rockstar on cover magazine

rockstar habits, rockstar sh+t
rockstar demeanor, rockstar sh+t
smokin’ this becky, i’m way too lit, yeah
i’m smokin’ this becky, i’m way too lit
get that money, spend it on stupid sh+t
get that money, spend it on stupid sh+t

get a milli, get that spent in a bit
you in my chat boy, talkin’ lotta chit, hah

i hope a million dollars suffices
came a long way from trapping in the hood, but
i still rock doc martens
poppin’ these bottles and smoking this sh+t
yeah, i got a couple of vices
you talking sh+t like feces
boy, i don’t need your advices
get it outta town, yeah
far, far away
amy farrah+flower and in my cup a stain
smelldor way i’m geeked and it got a funny taste
i’m a real rockstar, of course a
couple notes out of place, yeah

i’m way too fly, outer sp+ce
i went from having like 0 in my pockets
to millions in a briefed case
smoking on ninja turtles then i put on a mask
yeah, i feel like casey (jones)
and maybe i meant like jason
i got a few clips and a baseball bat

i grew up with masked robbers, they all was rocking a rag
i only think about bags and i
ate ‘em like chips, still saved a couple mags
rockin’ armani, that mean i made it, yeah
now i’m rocking balenci, it mean i made it

now i’m a rockstar, but my scope a guitar
like i’m lone, iron made and
i rock out iron maiden
but i’m in the hood, call mandem
and when they ask
i’m like:’ what ‘bout them?’
‘what ‘bout them? i don’t know them, nah’
i only came here with a bicycle
your b+tch eat the d+ck like popsicle
he was talking sh+t, now he all crippled
young seventeen effect all rippled
and i just be rocking this sh+t like i’m queen
and mr.mobscene, yeah
i feel like marilyn, yeah
when i pop out at a f+cking show, yeah
i don’t give a f+ck about these f+cking clothes, yeah
i’ma rip it all off
but if i do…
i’m rocking all black like a rockstar
i’m rocking all black like a rockstar
i’m rocking all black like a rockstar
i just bought and i’ma smash this fast car
i’m popping these bottles like trapstar
drive faster in the car like nascar
i’m slicing this beat like a massacre

yeah, rockstar demeanor
rockstar sh+t, rockstar demeanor
rockstar sh+t, rockstar sh+t, yeah

- yung seventeen lyrics

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