Rockstar Made (Explicit)

Rockstar Made (Explicit) - PLAYBOI CARTI

Lyrics by：Jonah Abraham/Jordan Carter/Richard Ortiz

Composed by：Jonah Abraham/Jordan Carter/Richard Ortiz

Wake up F1lthy

F**kin' good I told you 'cause I hang around a bad b***h

Homicide homicide homicide homicide

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I got some racks yeah yeah

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I got some bags yeah

B***h

I got some racks yeah

B***h

I got some bags yeah

B***h yeah

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She suckin' my d**k

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She eat it for lunch

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I hit it from the back

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Yeah I'm beatin' it up

Slatt

I'm beatin' it up

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Yeah I'm beatin' it up

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I'm in love with them d**gs

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Yeah I'm kissin' the cup

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She in love with the thot

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Yeah I don't give no f**k

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I won't stress about a b***h

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That's not my slut

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These n***as beefin' over h*es

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So I keep it up

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Even when I'm at my f**kin' show

Bop-bop-bop

I keep one tucked

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Rockstar made

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I f**k that b***h in the back seat

I f**k that b***h in a wagon

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I f**k that b***h in the back seat

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Now that b***h braggin'

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Braggin'

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Braggin'

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Got the b***h braggin'

Slatt

Took the b***h to L.A.

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Now the b***h braggin'

Yeah

I just killed an opp yeah I swear I'm countin' caskets

I could make an opp disappear like magic

Yeah

Send my n***as to your mama house it get tragic

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Standin' on the block right now

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I'm on the backstreet

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Forty-five hunnid for the drink yeah we taxin'

Yeah

I got gold money and I bought myself a Aston

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D**e boys outside n***a yeah we havin'

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Got a bad b***h I don't believe in average yeah

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