CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Miley Cyrus
(I'm in this b*t*h with Clayco)
Yeah
I'm in this b*t*h working and it's late night
Early morning, gotta catch my flight
Bada** b*t*h told me I don't play nice
And I'm like, "Damn, ho, you might be right"
I'm rocking waxed denims and they tight
Yeah, I keep some racks in 'em real nice
Yeah, me and my b*t*h eat sushi and rice
Yeah, he a lil' b*t*h n***a, call him dyke
Yeah, this a money fight, n***a, spend that sh*t on sight
I'm rocking hightop YSL designer
They like, "What's that smell?" Young n***a, exotic
And I like that sh*t, young n***a, I bought it
And I like that b*t*h, might buy her
And I stack it up, count it up, thinking 'bout diamonds
Oh, you high? Well, lil' b*t*h, I get higher
Yeah, think you fly, well, lil' n***a, I'm flyer
And these hoes know my namе like that b*t*h on a flyer
X, roll like a tirе
Bad b*t*h f**k me 'til she tired
Damn, he not having racks, he a liar
I'm a young boss and these f**k n***as fired
Yeah, all-black fit, that's the perfect attire
I'm in a Rick Owens fit while I'm swerving these tires
Like I'm straight out of hell, a young n***a on fire
Real young n***a, I'm if lying, I'm flying
Damn, ain't no way I'm even trying
Doors go up, but I'm not suicidal (No)
(Yeah, yeah, doors)
Rockstar life, n***a, Miley Cyrus
Yeah, Miley Cyrus (Yeah)
I'm in this b*t*h working and it's late night
Early morning, gotta catch my flight
Bada** b*t*h told me I don't play nice
And I'm like, "Damn, ho, you might be right"
I'm rocking waxed denims and they tight
Yeah, I keep some racks in 'em real nice
Yeah, me and my b*t*h eat sushi and rice
Yeah, he a lil' b*t*h n***a, call him dyke
Rockstar life, n***a, Miley Cyrus
I keep it cool, n***a, like an island
I'm rocking earftones, n***a, sandman
I bust one jugg, n***a, ten bands
Looking for my heart, baby, like the Tin Man
I'm smoking dope while I watch the sunset
Overseas drip, n***a, PPFM
"This sh*t turnt, n***a", that's what she said
"This sh*t lit, n***a", that's what she said
Yeah, I'm smoking exotic while this bit' give me head
Yeah, my brother, he bleed red
Yeah, I ain't got no time to talk to these folks 'cause I'm chasing this bread
Yeah, and it ain’t take time to get this fly, lil' b*t*h, we been fresh
Man, I f**k on that b*t*h, call her best friend
I'm in this b*t*h working and it's late night
Early morning, gotta catch my flight
Bada** b*t*h told me I don't play nice
And I'm like, "Damn, ho, you might be right"
I'm rocking waxed denims and they tight
Yeah, I keep some racks in 'em real nice
Yeah, me and my b*t*h eat sushi and rice
Yeah, he a lil' b*t*h n***a, call him dyke
He a lil' b*t*h n***a, call him dyke, dawg, oh yeah
Rockstar life, Miley Cyrus
Yeah
(I'm in this b*t*h with Clayco)
Yeah
I'm in this b*t*h working and it's late night
Early morning, gotta catch my flight
Bada** b*t*h told me I don't play nice
And I'm like, "Damn, ho, you might be right"
I'm rocking waxed denims and they tight
Yeah, I keep some racks in 'em real nice
Yeah, me and my b*t*h eat sushi and rice
Yeah, he a lil' b*t*h n***a, call him dyke
Yeah, this a money fight, n***a, spend that sh*t on sight
I'm rocking hightop YSL designer
They like, "What's that smell?" Young n***a, exotic
And I like that sh*t, young n***a, I bought it
And I like that b*t*h, might buy her
And I stack it up, count it up, thinking 'bout diamonds
Oh, you high? Well, lil' b*t*h, I get higher
Yeah, think you fly, well, lil' n***a, I'm flyer
And these hoes know my namе like that b*t*h on a flyer
X, roll like a tirе
Bad b*t*h f**k me 'til she tired
Damn, he not having racks, he a liar
I'm a young boss and these f**k n***as fired
Yeah, all-black fit, that's the perfect attire
I'm in a Rick Owens fit while I'm swerving these tires
Like I'm straight out of hell, a young n***a on fire
Real young n***a, I'm if lying, I'm flying
Damn, ain't no way I'm even trying
Doors go up, but I'm not suicidal (No)
(Yeah, yeah, doors)
Rockstar life, n***a, Miley Cyrus
Yeah, Miley Cyrus (Yeah)
I'm in this b*t*h working and it's late night
Early morning, gotta catch my flight
Bada** b*t*h told me I don't play nice
And I'm like, "Damn, ho, you might be right"
I'm rocking waxed denims and they tight
Yeah, I keep some racks in 'em real nice
Yeah, me and my b*t*h eat sushi and rice
Yeah, he a lil' b*t*h n***a, call him dyke
Rockstar life, n***a, Miley Cyrus
I keep it cool, n***a, like an island
I'm rocking earftones, n***a, sandman
I bust one jugg, n***a, ten bands
Looking for my heart, baby, like the Tin Man
I'm smoking dope while I watch the sunset
Overseas drip, n***a, PPFM
"This sh*t turnt, n***a", that's what she said
"This sh*t lit, n***a", that's what she said
Yeah, I'm smoking exotic while this bit' give me head
Yeah, my brother, he bleed red
Yeah, I ain't got no time to talk to these folks 'cause I'm chasing this bread
Yeah, and it ain’t take time to get this fly, lil' b*t*h, we been fresh
Man, I f**k on that b*t*h, call her best friend
I'm in this b*t*h working and it's late night
Early morning, gotta catch my flight
Bada** b*t*h told me I don't play nice
And I'm like, "Damn, ho, you might be right"
I'm rocking waxed denims and they tight
Yeah, I keep some racks in 'em real nice
Yeah, me and my b*t*h eat sushi and rice
Yeah, he a lil' b*t*h n***a, call him dyke
He a lil' b*t*h n***a, call him dyke, dawg, oh yeah
Rockstar life, Miley Cyrus
Yeah
(I'm in this b*t*h with Clayco)
