Текст песни Rasta (R)ebel - Diexy

Yeah, got bitches on my roster
Yeah, they bad as hell, no pastor
I know she wanna fuck a rockstar
I'm geeking, bitch, I'm geeking
Uh, and my bitch said she wanna fuck a rockstar
Yeah, uh, said she liked my voice, I'm singing like a pop star
Yeah, uh, and my new bitch, she a rebel, she a rasta
Yeah, uh, I got too much pussy all up in my roster
And I'm fucking on a bitch, and she came straight out of Vogue
Yeah, she said she want my dick 'cause she calling my shit long
I'm holding tightly to this clique while I sing like Post Malone
I think I might fall on a new bitch, trynna put her on
And I'm like, damn, hoe, how the fuck you roll like that?
Yeah, I was chasing bitches while you was running track
Yeah, that is not your bitch, she like to chew my jack
Yeah, keep on talking crazy, finna pop you with this gat
And we fucking on the same bitch, but I do it better
And you fucking with that lame shit while I'm running hella
And I'm running up this kill streak with this big Beretta
Yeah, fucking on an evil hoe, yeah, she got a temper
Yeah, imma run it back, feeling good with my Kriss Vector
And my bitch know how to fuck, yeah, she turn into an actor
They say I'm falling to the bottom, but hoe, I'm not an anchor
Yeah, imma fuck your bitch, finna give her all my pleasure
Yeah, I know she want my body, everyday she call me handsome
And yes, we dress the same, hoe, but I do it better
Yeah, I could never fuck an old hoe, they not on my level
And I'm walking around this town with this brand new fucking leather
They like, damn, hoe, I didn't know you roll like that
Yeah, every time I pull up, imma pull up in a Scat
Yeah, imma fuck the bitch, imma touch the cat
Yeah, if you talking crazy, imma holla, where he at?
Like a Beyblade on her mouth, I let it rip
Yeah, turn into a demon, now I'm fucking on her clit
Yeah, talking to a dummy, imma empty out the clip
Yeah, she wanna act a hoe, so I took her to the strip
Yeah, she thought she would be safe 'cause that hoe, she fucking thick
Yeah, I don't got remorse, like what the fuck is that shit?
Yeah, imma fuck a new bitch, yeah, on top of the mosh pit
(Yeah, the mosh pit)
(Ohh)
(Yeah, the mosh pit)
(Ohh)
(Yeah, the mosh pit)
(Ohh)
(Oh my God, I love this type of suicide)