RCKstarB!tch
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Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
It's Homixide
Yeah (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Yeah, (What?)
Yeah, my heart a machine
Chrome Heart, yeah, my jeans
Chillin' with a bad lil' ting (Yeah)
(Yeah, oh, yeah) chrome heart yeah her rings
so she can pop her shit on the daily
Rockstar bitch, she ridin' in the latest, yeah (What? What?), uh
Yeah, I'm a rockstar nigga, so, I need a rockstar bitch, uh (What?)
Bust down my chain (Bust down my—), bust down my neck and my wrist (Huh)
Bust down my team and my clique (Bust down my team)
Big diamonds, my shit, yeah, the glitz
Yo diamonds ain’t hitting on shit
If it ain't shit, I get blicks (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Yeah, I'm sippin' on mud, yeah, I'm sippin' on Tris
Smokin' they Five, (H5) shit been coming out my piss (What?)
Slide with that cutter, don't miss (Slide with that cutter)
Back then, we ain't have shit
Ridin' in a stolo, yellow tint
Now, it's Bentley five percent
I’m switching my swag and i’m switching my bitches
My fit costs a bag, prolly your rent
I'm poppin' my tag, don't worry 'bout shit
Huh, I'm havin' the paper
Yeah, you havin' the paper, prolly I ain't have none of that
Spendin' that cash, I'm gettin' right back
Rockin' at show, it's a lot of that
We bool though, play with this shit, get put up
Racks on your head, don't play 'bout that
Racks, I ain't talkin', go 'bout that
Yeah, (What?)
Yeah, my heart a machine
Chrome Heart, yeah, my jeans
Chillin' with a bad lil' ting (Yeah)
(Yeah, oh, yeah) chrome heart yeah her rings
so she can pop her shit on the daily
Rockstar bitch, she ridin' in the latest, yeah (What? What?), uh
Yeah, I'm a rockstar nigga, so, I need a rockstar bitch, uh (What?)
Bust down my chain (Bust down my—), bust down my neck and my wrist (Huh)
All white diamonds, yeah, ice cream
It ain't too much icin'
Niggas spill blood in the streets, I gotta keep gun on me
Let's play laser tag with these beams
Bumper crash car, it’s it (Bumper)
Stuffin' the 50 brown with the 50s (Homixide, Homixide)
Soldier ride around with a stick (Homixide, Homixide)
Ride around reaper, He-he
Young nigga retard he-he
Had to go get dawgs out the fence
Havin' the , at
Is he a millionarie, yeah, yeah
Choppas syringe, huh, yeah, yeah
Four machines, now yeah, yeah
I'm overseas now, yeah, yeah
Yeah, (What?)
Yeah, my heart a machine
Chrome Heart, yeah, my jeans
Chillin' with a bad lil' ting (Yeah)
(Yeah, oh, yeah) chrome heart yeah her rings
so she can pop her shit on the daily
Rockstar bitch, she ridin' in the latest, yeah (What? What?), uh
Yeah, I'm a rockstar nigga, so, I need a rockstar bitch, uh (What?)
Bust down my chain (Bust down my—), bust down my neck and my wrist (Huh)
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