Rockstar Night
Up in the morning
Gas I be rolling taking that shit to the face
Pack got me snoring Taos in the morning
I got the view by the lake
I'm taking shots on the rocks
Serge cook it up every day ugh
I'm cooking up every day yea
I'm cooking up every day yea
Yea ni**a the rockstar life
Rockstar night
Pull up to to crib
Turn on the rockstar mic
Yea the rockstar life
Rockstar night
I had to Bonnie the lens
I had to drum up her yams
I had to drum up her yams
She had a attitude went to her friend
No I'm not mad at you
But if you ask a few that wanna clap on you then it depends
Put the hood on my back feel the weight in my legs
And I keep me some pack Feeling spacey in here
You don't know how to act it get crazy in here
Know my diamonds is racist and shiny as hell
Keep a liner to trim up the shape of my hair
Not a winer but she wanna yell in my ear
I don't cry but my drip sorta look like my tears
Follow me I could get you through all of your fears
Follow me I could show u the way the these racks
Five new bitches had to cut em in advance
Excuse me pardon me excuse me yes
They ain't know a ni**a gon' do it like this
Up in the morning
Gas I be rolling taking that shit to the face
Pack got me snoring Taos in the morning
I got the view by the lake
Im taking shots on the rocks
Serge cook it up every day ugh
Im cooking up every day yea
Im cooking up every day yea
Yea ni**a the rockstar life
Rockstar night
Pull up to to crib
Turn on the rockstar mic
Yea the rockstar life
Rockstar night
I had to Bonnie the lens
I had to drum up her yams
Gas I be rolling taking that shit to the face
Pack got me snoring Taos in the morning
I got the view by the lake
I'm taking shots on the rocks
Serge cook it up every day ugh
I'm cooking up every day yea
I'm cooking up every day yea
Yea ni**a the rockstar life
Rockstar night
Pull up to to crib
Turn on the rockstar mic
Yea the rockstar life
Rockstar night
I had to Bonnie the lens
I had to drum up her yams
I had to drum up her yams
She had a attitude went to her friend
No I'm not mad at you
But if you ask a few that wanna clap on you then it depends
Put the hood on my back feel the weight in my legs
And I keep me some pack Feeling spacey in here
You don't know how to act it get crazy in here
Know my diamonds is racist and shiny as hell
Keep a liner to trim up the shape of my hair
Not a winer but she wanna yell in my ear
I don't cry but my drip sorta look like my tears
Follow me I could get you through all of your fears
Follow me I could show u the way the these racks
Five new bitches had to cut em in advance
Excuse me pardon me excuse me yes
They ain't know a ni**a gon' do it like this
Up in the morning
Gas I be rolling taking that shit to the face
Pack got me snoring Taos in the morning
I got the view by the lake
Im taking shots on the rocks
Serge cook it up every day ugh
Im cooking up every day yea
Im cooking up every day yea
Yea ni**a the rockstar life
Rockstar night
Pull up to to crib
Turn on the rockstar mic
Yea the rockstar life
Rockstar night
I had to Bonnie the lens
I had to drum up her yams
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Writer(s): Isaiah Russell
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