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Ooh, ooh, fuck these niggas talk about man? Yuh, Murda bless yo trap Wockstar lifestyle, might not make it (Wock', Wock') Bitch, I'm a robber, I might pull up and I take it (Bitch I'm a- ooh, huh?) Wockstar lifestyle, might not make it (Hey) Bitch I'ma robber, I might pull up and I take it (Wock', Wock', take, brr) I'ma Wockstar (Wock', Wock'), I'm a pop star, ooh (Pop, pop, pop) Give her dirty dick 'cause I'ma rock star, huh ('Cause I'm a rock star, ooh, ha) And I'm smoking weed like a rasta That's your car? (Ooh), my car faster, ooh, ooh (Vroom, skrt) Fuck that lil' ho 'til her ass sore (Ooh, fuck that lil') Keep a dirty Glock in my Jansport (Tu-tu-tu, tu-tu-tu) Foreign ho can't leave, got no passport (No passport) Accountant asking me what these bands for (Lil Purpp, money, bands) Wockstar lifestyle, might not make it (Wock', Wock') Bi-bi-bitch I'm a robber, I might pull up and I take it (Ooh, huh?) Wockstar lifestyle, might not make it (Hey) Bitch I'm a robber, I might pull up and I take it (Wock', Wock', brr) Lotta drank and I got money in the bank (Drank, hey) Lotta drank and I got money in the bank (Drank, drank, drank, ooh) Lotta drank and I got money in the bank (Ooh, ooh, ooh, huh?) Lotta drank and I got money in the bank
Writer(s): Shane Lee Lindstrom, Omar Jeffery Pineiro Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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