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Blakk Rokkstar More Chaos Ken Carson Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, commenting, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use. Lyrics: [Part I] [Intro] Huh, huh, huh Huh, huh, huh Huh, huh, huh [Verse] What the fuck? That's some 808s, yeah, better duck Step-back fadeaway, I'm shootin' shit up City to city, state to state, yeah, I'm bootin' shit up What the fuck? I'm not surprised Boy, that 'fit ain't nothin', who told you lies? I'm outside with a freak mask, oh, this my disguise Heard you got caught lackin', damn, that's sad, you gotta move wise I'm tatted up, tribal, mama, do you see me? I made them hoes flock before I copped the Lamborghini You reach for this chain, now my gang screamin' free me Bitch, this not Vivienne Westwood, ho, these real VVs I can show you how to pop it, huh, huh, she like, "Teach me" I don't need no jewеlry, eyes weary Shawty got that watеr, think she from Missouri Cocaine, Pelle Pelle jacket, Evisus to match it Racks pokin' out my fuckin' pockets, so she know I'm havin' Sweeped her off her feet, yeah, she Jasmine, yeah, and I'm Aladdin Yeah, big boots on her, steppin' on your neck, this not for fashion, yeah Chrome Hearts on, crosses up, but my life upside down You say I can't come to what? They know I'm good out the town You ain't got no hood, you ain't got no block You ain't got no gang, these niggas be cops I'll put that stick right to your face and watch your piss run down your socks Pick a number, add a double-0, these niggas be makin' up blocks It's only double-O, these niggas know I'm a Black rockstar See upcoming rap shows Get tickets for your favorite artists [Chorus] I'm a Black rockstar I'm a Black rockstar I'm a Black rockstar I'm a Black rockstar I'm a Black rockstar I'm a Black rockstar I'm a Black rockstar I'm a Black rockstar I'm a Black rockstar I'm a Black rockstar I'm a Black rockstar I'm a Black rockstar I'm a Black rockstar I'm a Black rockstar I'm a Black rockstar I'm a Black— [Part II] [Intro] (Wake up—) Ha, ha [Verse] Call that bitch (Ha), she'll kill somethin' (Ha) Novocaine (Ha), I don't feel nothin' (Ha) Get out your feelings (Ha), get in your bag (Ha) I dropped the ceilings (Ha), I made 'em mad (Ha) Popped a Tesla (Ha), takin' off on they ass (Ha) You'd think I had propellers (Ha), 'cause I'm so fly (Ha) I'm the pilot (Ha), I got my wings now (Ha) Porsche GT3RS (Ha), got the wing out (Ha) All that rap shit (Ha), what you singing 'bout? (Ha) You don't need no diamond tester (Ha), my diamonds blingin' out (Ha) Pointers in the chain (Ha), look like polka dots (Ha) Work at a casino (Ha), I got a poker thot (Ha) She like DMT (Ha), she like acid (Ha) Sendin' me flicks, I'm 'bout to send her through the mattress (Ha, ha) Fuck them pics, I'm tryna pull up and do ya (Ha, ha) Got chemistry, you woulda thought that I knew her (Ha, ha) Water faucet (Ha), she don't gotta lube up (Ha) Rough around sober (Ha), I don't need a pill (Ha) I don't need no honey (Ha), oh, you want some money (Ha) I'm a young nigga (Ha), but I'm not a dummy (Ha) Old ho tryna take advantage (Ha, ha) New ho remedial (Ha), she don't understand it (Ha) I know what I want (Ha), I'm demandin' (Ha) You don't know what to do (Ha), when it go left, you gon' panic (Ha) Ain't nothin' for certain (Ha), I can't take nothin' for granted (Ha) Bankroll too big (Ha), can't rubber-band it (Ha) Flew her overseas (Ha), she tanning (Ha) Fuck your aesthetic (Ha), niggas need rebranding (Ha) Everything—