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SmooVeBeatz - RockStar Lyrics



SmooVeBeatz - RockStar Lyrics




Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah
I just wanna drive a fast car, yeah Two hundred on the dash like a NASCAR, yeah
Windows low and top down blowing gas out, yeah

I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah I just wanna drive a fast car, yeah
Two hundred on the dash like a NASCAR, yeah Windows low and top down blowing gas out, yeah
I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah I just wanna drive a fast car, yeah
Two hundred on the dash like a NASCAR, yeah Windows low and top down blowing gas out, yeah

I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah
I just wanna be a rockstar, party hard Famous with no bodyguard, waitin' til the party start
Pimpin' in the parking lot, codeine goin' through my veins, slowin' down my body parts
Had your girl up in my room, showin' off her body parts

Met her at the club when she was showin' her body parts
Wanna feel her ass to know if it was real or not
Once I tap that ass, I hop in the whip and then I'm out
Scrollin' through my messages, time to be on a different route

Sittin' writin' rhymes and thinkin' bout gettin' out the drought
Puttin' in this time to buy my mama a bigger house
Don't you come around when you see me gettin' famous now
When you see me gettin' famous now

I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah I just wanna drive a fast car, yeah
200 on the dash like a NASCAR Windows low and topped, I'm blowin' gas out
I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah I just wanna drive a fast car, yeah
200 on the dash like a NASCAR Windows low and topped, I'm blowin' gas out

I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah
I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah
I just wanna be a rockstar, party hard Drink until the party stops
Stumblin' in the parking lot, lookin' real unorthodox

Workin' through the lanes, doin' 80 in a foreign car
Had your girl up in my whip, touchin' all my body parts
Brought her to the room and we strippin', f*ckin' like porn stars
Goin' up and down on my pogo stick like a pogo star

Gotta hit the road, Zaza, you smell it out the car
Pack is so strong, you can smell the shit from the bar
I just wanna reach the top and party like a rockstar
Party like a rockstar I just wanna reach the top and party like a rockstar, yeah

Party like a rockstar I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah
I just wanna drive a fast car, yeah 200 on the dash like a NASCAR
Windows low and topped, I'm blowin' gas out I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah
I just wanna drive a fast car, yeah 200 on the dash like a NASCAR

Windows low and topped, I'm blowin' gas out I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah
I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah
I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah
I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah

I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah
I just wanna drive a fast car, yeah Two hundred on the dash like a NASCAR, yeah
Windows low and top down blowing gas out, yeah

I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah I just wanna drive a fast car, yeah
Two hundred on the dash like a NASCAR, yeah Windows low and top down blowing gas out, yeah
I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah I just wanna drive a fast car, yeah
Two hundred on the dash like a NASCAR, yeah Windows low and top down blowing gas out, yeah

I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah
I just wanna be a rockstar, party hard Famous with no bodyguard, waitin' til the party start
Pimpin' in the parking lot, codeine goin' through my veins, slowin' down my body parts
Had your girl up in my room, showin' off her body parts

Met her at the club when she was showin' her body parts
Wanna feel her ass to know if it was real or not
Once I tap that ass, I hop in the whip and then I'm out
Scrollin' through my messages, time to be on a different route

Sittin' writin' rhymes and thinkin' bout gettin' out the drought
Puttin' in this time to buy my mama a bigger house
Don't you come around when you see me gettin' famous now
When you see me gettin' famous now

I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah I just wanna drive a fast car, yeah
200 on the dash like a NASCAR Windows low and topped, I'm blowin' gas out
I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah I just wanna drive a fast car, yeah
200 on the dash like a NASCAR Windows low and topped, I'm blowin' gas out

I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah
I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah
I just wanna be a rockstar, party hard Drink until the party stops
Stumblin' in the parking lot, lookin' real unorthodox

Workin' through the lanes, doin' 80 in a foreign car
Had your girl up in my whip, touchin' all my body parts
Brought her to the room and we strippin', f*ckin' like porn stars
Goin' up and down on my pogo stick like a pogo star

Gotta hit the road, Zaza, you smell it out the car
Pack is so strong, you can smell the shit from the bar
I just wanna reach the top and party like a rockstar
Party like a rockstar I just wanna reach the top and party like a rockstar, yeah

Party like a rockstar I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah
I just wanna drive a fast car, yeah 200 on the dash like a NASCAR
Windows low and topped, I'm blowin' gas out I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah
I just wanna drive a fast car, yeah 200 on the dash like a NASCAR

Windows low and topped, I'm blowin' gas out I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah
I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah
I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah
I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah

I just wanna be a rockstar, yeah
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Writer: kenneth fields
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Performed By: SmooVeBeatz
Language: English
Length: 3:31
Written by: kenneth fields

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