Rock Star by Mattu Lyrics
[Intro: Ayesha Erotica]
I want a bump right now
I'm Ayesha, and bitch, I get down
[Verse 1: Ayesha Erotica]
Pearls on my neck and a bottle in my Fendi
Ice cream pussy, stripper shoes in a Bentley
Two small titties and a baseball bat
Yeah, I'm tryna find out where the bitch stays at
Tryna smoke me out, bitch, think again
I don't really like smoking on seeds and stems
They send the money then I send the stems
I ain't sending you shit, bitch, no offense
But I heard your song and I should've mixed that
Every rhyme, every line you spit, it's been snatched
Every time that you tried to drop it's been wack
Every time that I drop they like "She did that"
Suck dick then do it again, just might come through with a friend
He keep begging me to eat me out, I said
"You gotta take my tampon out with your mouth"
[Chorus: Mattu]
Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (Rock star)
Riding backseat of a cop car (Cop car)
Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (Rock star)
Rocking cuffs like chains (Chains)
Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (Rock star)
Riding backseat of a cop car (Cop car)
Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (Rock star)
Rocking cuffs like chains
[Post-Chorus: Ayesha Erotica]
I want a bump right now
I'm Ayesha and bitch, I get down
I'm so fly and coked the fuck up
I'm so nasty, getting poked up
[Verse 2: Ayesha Erotica]
I'm that freaky dirty loca
Lips all pokin' through the low-cut
Fly through, zoomin' in the low-cuts
Keep my Fendi wallet robust-bust
Pussy puffed up like a bee sting
Yes, I go to church in my G-string
Father, can you bless this crackpipe?
Never really learned how to act right
And you can hold the beef
'Cause bitch, I'm too busy tryna roll the kief
And bitch, you're too busy tryna roll with me
Just sit back, relax, go stroll the beach, uh
[Chorus: Mattu]
Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (Rock star)
Riding backseat of a cop car (Cop car)
Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (Rock star)
Rocking cuffs like chains (Chains)
Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (Rock star)
Riding backseat of a cop car (Cop car)
Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (Rock star)
Rocking cuffs like chains
Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (Rock star)
Riding backseat of a cop car (Cop car)
Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (Rock star)
Rocking cuffs like chains (Chains)
Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (Rock star)
Riding backseat of a cop car (Cop car)
Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (Rock star)
Rocking cuffs like chains
[Post-Chorus: Ayesha Erotica]
I want a bump right now
I'm Ayesha and bitch, I get down
I'm so fly and coked the fuck up
I'm so nasty, getting poked up
I want a, I want a bump right now
I'm Ayesha and bitch, I get down
I want a, I want a bump right now
I'm Ayesha and bitch, I get down
I want a bump right now
I'm Ayesha, and bitch, I get down
[Verse 1: Ayesha Erotica]
Pearls on my neck and a bottle in my Fendi
Ice cream pussy, stripper shoes in a Bentley
Two small titties and a baseball bat
Yeah, I'm tryna find out where the bitch stays at
Tryna smoke me out, bitch, think again
I don't really like smoking on seeds and stems
They send the money then I send the stems
I ain't sending you shit, bitch, no offense
But I heard your song and I should've mixed that
Every rhyme, every line you spit, it's been snatched
Every time that you tried to drop it's been wack
Every time that I drop they like "She did that"
Suck dick then do it again, just might come through with a friend
He keep begging me to eat me out, I said
"You gotta take my tampon out with your mouth"
[Chorus: Mattu]
Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (Rock star)
Riding backseat of a cop car (Cop car)
Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (Rock star)
Rocking cuffs like chains (Chains)
Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (Rock star)
Riding backseat of a cop car (Cop car)
Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (Rock star)
Rocking cuffs like chains
[Post-Chorus: Ayesha Erotica]
I want a bump right now
I'm Ayesha and bitch, I get down
I'm so fly and coked the fuck up
I'm so nasty, getting poked up
[Verse 2: Ayesha Erotica]
I'm that freaky dirty loca
Lips all pokin' through the low-cut
Fly through, zoomin' in the low-cuts
Keep my Fendi wallet robust-bust
Pussy puffed up like a bee sting
Yes, I go to church in my G-string
Father, can you bless this crackpipe?
Never really learned how to act right
And you can hold the beef
'Cause bitch, I'm too busy tryna roll the kief
And bitch, you're too busy tryna roll with me
Just sit back, relax, go stroll the beach, uh
[Chorus: Mattu]
Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (Rock star)
Riding backseat of a cop car (Cop car)
Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (Rock star)
Rocking cuffs like chains (Chains)
Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (Rock star)
Riding backseat of a cop car (Cop car)
Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (Rock star)
Rocking cuffs like chains
Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (Rock star)
Riding backseat of a cop car (Cop car)
Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (Rock star)
Rocking cuffs like chains (Chains)
Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (Rock star)
Riding backseat of a cop car (Cop car)
Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (Rock star)
Rocking cuffs like chains
[Post-Chorus: Ayesha Erotica]
I want a bump right now
I'm Ayesha and bitch, I get down
I'm so fly and coked the fuck up
I'm so nasty, getting poked up
I want a, I want a bump right now
I'm Ayesha and bitch, I get down
I want a, I want a bump right now
I'm Ayesha and bitch, I get down