Rolex Rockstar
Buddy, Guapdad 4000
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(These niggas don't want you to be great) (It's okay though) (These niggas don't want you to be great, bro) (It's okay, it's okay) Yeah To a house from a room, I'm high like the moon I gas up my dawg, these bitches be fleas Niggas be weak, these haters be sneak Don't like me, it's like you just fell asleep (yeah) Took off the hood and cut off the sleeves No jacket, I'm whippin' the Hills in the Jeep (uh-huh) Big flex, no crib team, seein' things Vivid dreams, red beams, and Hennesy (hell, yeah) Jealousy and envy be behind what these fake niggas be tellin' me Yeah, they can smell the pee You ain't fuckin' with no average nigga, I got hella G's This ain't no Fettucine, I'm a Gonnovinis, you a normal noodle, nigga (bitch) Niggas got hella feelings, I got no time for a hormonal nigga I just been runnin' with wig splitters Camera swipers, intelligent lick hitters I need that wrist glitter like Mariah Carey Wanna sing when the light hit (yeah) I put on chinchilla, I'm a roll in the front like a big wheeler (hey) I'm the bust down rubber band villa, bitch still in Big Finnam, yeah These niggas don't want me to be great (It's okay, it's okay) (Nah, nah, it's cool, dawg, it's cool) These bitches don't want me to be great (Don't even trip nigga, ay, it's okay) (I got you, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay nigga you good) These niggas don't want me to be great (yeah, ayy) (It's okay, it's okay, it's cool, it's cool, nigga) These bitches don't want me to be great (It's cool, It's okay) (Ay, don't even trip, ay don't even trip) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, don't even trip, I ain't ever gon' slip Keep talkin' that shit, punch you in your lip I got all blue strips, think I'm bangin' Crip But throw it up in there, and then we go to the crib Smokin' on weed, stumble out of the V.I.p. (ayy) I be on boss shit, you ain't even 'bout shit You see these VV's and CDs, DVDs and VHS You can take these nuts to your fuckin' mouth Jumpin' around on this fuckin' couch (yeah) I got these diamonds from tears Count every second, I been here for years Gettin' money, I been here for eons Muhfucker, you know what I be on Take it to infinity and beyond Back in the day, I was broke But we ain't worried 'bout that any more, ho They don't want me to be great These niggas gon' hate These bitches so fake Still f*ck 'em anyway (ayy) Then I throw the bitch away (ayy) Tell 'em get up out my way (ayy) I been doin' with the cake (yeah, ayy) These niggas don't want me to be great Guap, ayy, Guap, tell these niggas (it's okay, it's okay) These niggas don't- Man, get out the booth, nigga (It's okay, it's okay, it's okay) No listen, bro, you did your thing, you spazzed Why you spazzin'? These niggas don't want me to be great (shit) (It's okay, it's okay) These bitches don't want me to be great (shit) (It's okay (ahh), it's okay, it's okay) These niggas don't want me to be great (It's okay, it's okay) These bitches don't want me to be great (It's okay, it's okay, it's okay) Yeah, I pray for that-, I pray for your star That your star was gonna shine brighter The star that God gave you will shine brighter So work hard for it, 'kay?
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Written by: Akeem Douglas Hayes, Simmie Sims
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