a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

rockyroadz - juice wrld - life of a rockstar كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
rocky going crazy
.40 with a .30 that’s a—
ha, ya dig? (yeah)
ya dig? (ya dig?)

[chorus]
.40 with a .30, that’s a d_ck, no stock, pause (pause)
talkin’ all that sh_t’ll get your ass popped off
got your b_tch doin’ cocaine ’till she lockjaw
only did it once, don’t know how it feels, you should ask her
life of a rock star rap trapper
keep me a guitar, ar, and a tractor
so i can see the snakes in the grass when i ride through (hiss)
got my nine (yeah), pull up, blow it like a drive_thru (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[verse 1]
i got crack, i’ma serve it out the drive_thru (yeah, yeah, yeah)
your b_tch is an xbox, play her like game room, ayy (ya dig?)
i was tweakin’ off the percs, mix it with the shrooms, ayy (d_mn)
now i’m itchin’ seein’ shadows in my f_ckin’ room, ayy (lucid dreams)
cute chocolate b_tch, that’s a f_ckin’ reese’s (uh)
heard her n_gga was talkin’ sh_t, pull up on him and crease him (that’s right)
snort the molly off her tits, energy increasin’
replenish me, prevent from finishing when i beat it, uh (smash)
rollie on my wrist, did it for the season (uh)
then i put a patek on my wrist for no f_ckin’ reason (gleam, gleam)
automatic in my grip, got it for a reason (grrra, grrra, grra)
if a n_gga try to take my sh_t, i’ma leave him bleedin’ (b_tch)

[verse 2]
ayy, bad lil’ b_tch, you know i seen her
she seen me, sell_out arenas
gun on me, gilbert arenas
take a n_gga to the cleaners (uh)
even when i’m dressed like a bum i’m cleaner
all white ones with crack rock in the sneakers (uh)
i’m ballin’ out while they sittin’ on the bleachers (yeah)
get rich just to go back and f_ck on my teachers (uh)
none of them believed in me either (woo)
now they hit my twitter congratulatin’ me (woo)
n_gga, i don’t f_ck with y’all people
old hoes hit me up, i’m sorry
i wasn’t tryin’ to make love to y’all either (hiss)
yeah, i don’t need ’em (hiss)
pretty b_tch, good facial features (uh)
three blunts to the face then i eat her (yeah)
two percs to the face, i’m geekin’ (uh)
gotta put them down, i’m tweakin’ (uh)
sometimes it feels like i need ’em (uh)
sometimes i feel so defeated (uh)
my mind be racing like, “d_mn (uh), what the f_ck is juice wrld thinking?” (yeah)
momma told me i look happy, i told her clean her glasses (d_mn)
[chorus]
.40 with a .30, that’s a d_ck, no stock, pause (pause)
talkin’ all that sh_t’ll get your ass popped off
got your b_tch doin’ cocaine ’till she lockjaw
only did it once, don’t know how it feels, you should ask her
life of a rock star rap trapper
keep me a guitar, ar, and a tractor
so i can see the snakes in the grass when i ride through
got my nine, pull up, blow it like a drive_thru

- rockyroadz

كلمات أغنية عشوائية

كلمات الأغاني الشهيرة