Rockstar Lifestyle

Dexter, what (rock, rock, what?) I'm finna play the fuckin' guitar You know what I'm sayin' Yo, I'mma play the drums Hey lil' Marcus, I catch you brother (I can take my fuckin' clothes off too) Woah, woah, hey (Protection!) Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar life Fuck your lil' bitch, yeah I had to hit her twice I'm Mr. Grinch, hell nah, I'm not nice Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar Rockstar life, yeah, rockstar bike Get your bitch on my gun, rockstar pipe And I play your fuckin' guitar I'm a motherfucking rock-rock-rockstar And I pop pills ho, sike I be off the meanest dope, right Your girlfriend what I stand for, sike But she ain't my main ho, aight' 'Cause I'm a rockstar Rockstar, rockstar motherfucking life I just live fast, I don't have to think twice If I gotta bless, I'll shoot your fuckin' neck That's your girlfriend, why she got a fat ass Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar life Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar life Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar life Had to live a motherfuckin' rockstar life Rockstar flight, rockstar bitch Oh my guy, yeah, I be rockstar lit Pop me a med now I can't feel shit And we coming up, this my song, rockstar bitch Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar life Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar life Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar life Had to live a motherfuckin' rockstar life Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar life Fuck your lil' bitch, yeah I had to hit her twice I'm Mr. Grinch, hell nah, I'm not nice Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar life Fuck your bitch!