Rockstar 21 by Bleaux Lyrics
(Verse 1)
Bleaux the night dweller
Late night pipe seller
With the hunger
She got that fruit like a plum
And show me like a plumber
You think your shit go dumb
I'll Bleaux up, and go way dumber
Wicked beast its time to feast
Im fresh up out my slumber
I've got the sickness, e coli flow to your business
Runnin shit no ankle weights, swim right through your fish nets
Wake up from your ambien
Bleaux the people champion
Write like C.S. Lewis
And flow like Prince Caspian
(Chorus)
Rockstar lifestyle ya might not make it
Drink like G.T.A. ya bitch I stay wasted
Raw as Eddie Murphy, and I won't trade places
Need them green faces yeah need them Ben Franklins
Gotta go and get it, gotta go and get it
This the exhibition
Pockets overflow with spinach
Gotta go and get it, gotta go and get it
This the exhibition
Having Money in the vision
(Verse 2)
Gotta stop muthafuckas glumming on to me
Got a fat butt bitch, you stay the fuck from me
Likin that i dress bummy, and my words funny
But between your tits and the cash, I'd rather have money
Christopher Robin but my friends from Inglewood
Seven acres filled with liqour stores sittin in the hood
If you think your life is bad, then leave that shit for good
Life my little bitch, and I fuck her like you should
(Chorus)
Rockstar lifestyle ya might not make it
Drink like G.T.A. ya bitch I stay wasted
Raw as Eddie Murphy, and I won't trade places
Need them green faces yeah need them Ben Franklins
Gotta go and get it, gotta go and get it
This the exhibition
Pockets overflow with spinach
Gotta go and get it, gotta go and get it
This the exhibition
Having Money in the vision
(Verse 3)
Flow made with adderall and mixed with whiskey
I'm a bull to a matador, and feelin frisky
Shake the cape in my face, try to fuck with me
Horns leave ya family gored and the dog missing (ugh)
Bitch where's the beef? That sure ain't me
I Got Wendy on her back yelling do reh me
This the sound of music
And im going stupid
Start the beef, cuz please I need the reason to lose it
(Chorus)
Rockstar lifestyle ya might not make it
Drink like G.T.A. ya bitch I stay wasted
Raw as Eddie Murphy, and I won't trade places
Need them green faces yeah need them Ben Franklins
Gotta go and get it, gotta go and get it
This the exhibition
Pockets overflow with spinach
Gotta go and get it, gotta go and get it
This the exhibition
Having Money in the vision
(Award Show Outro)
Bleaux the night dweller
Late night pipe seller
With the hunger
She got that fruit like a plum
And show me like a plumber
You think your shit go dumb
I'll Bleaux up, and go way dumber
Wicked beast its time to feast
Im fresh up out my slumber
I've got the sickness, e coli flow to your business
Runnin shit no ankle weights, swim right through your fish nets
Wake up from your ambien
Bleaux the people champion
Write like C.S. Lewis
And flow like Prince Caspian
(Chorus)
Rockstar lifestyle ya might not make it
Drink like G.T.A. ya bitch I stay wasted
Raw as Eddie Murphy, and I won't trade places
Need them green faces yeah need them Ben Franklins
Gotta go and get it, gotta go and get it
This the exhibition
Pockets overflow with spinach
Gotta go and get it, gotta go and get it
This the exhibition
Having Money in the vision
(Verse 2)
Gotta stop muthafuckas glumming on to me
Got a fat butt bitch, you stay the fuck from me
Likin that i dress bummy, and my words funny
But between your tits and the cash, I'd rather have money
Christopher Robin but my friends from Inglewood
Seven acres filled with liqour stores sittin in the hood
If you think your life is bad, then leave that shit for good
Life my little bitch, and I fuck her like you should
(Chorus)
Rockstar lifestyle ya might not make it
Drink like G.T.A. ya bitch I stay wasted
Raw as Eddie Murphy, and I won't trade places
Need them green faces yeah need them Ben Franklins
Gotta go and get it, gotta go and get it
This the exhibition
Pockets overflow with spinach
Gotta go and get it, gotta go and get it
This the exhibition
Having Money in the vision
(Verse 3)
Flow made with adderall and mixed with whiskey
I'm a bull to a matador, and feelin frisky
Shake the cape in my face, try to fuck with me
Horns leave ya family gored and the dog missing (ugh)
Bitch where's the beef? That sure ain't me
I Got Wendy on her back yelling do reh me
This the sound of music
And im going stupid
Start the beef, cuz please I need the reason to lose it
(Chorus)
Rockstar lifestyle ya might not make it
Drink like G.T.A. ya bitch I stay wasted
Raw as Eddie Murphy, and I won't trade places
Need them green faces yeah need them Ben Franklins
Gotta go and get it, gotta go and get it
This the exhibition
Pockets overflow with spinach
Gotta go and get it, gotta go and get it
This the exhibition
Having Money in the vision
(Award Show Outro)