Текст песни F.N. Fans - Genre

(Uh)
(I'ma rockstar)
(Yeah)
(I'ma die hard when it's over)
(I'ma rockstar, I thought I told ya)
(I'ma rockstar, thought I told ya)
(I'ma popstar, I thought I told ya)
(I'ma die hard when it's over)
I'ma die hard not a, yeah

I'ma rockstar, thought I told ya (Turnt up!)
I'ma die hard when it's over (Yessir!)
Only I say when it's over (Yeah!)
I don't got time to get to know ya, nah (What you said?)
Tell a bitch, "You lucky you get to fuck me" (What?)
Tell a bitch, "You lucky you get to touch me" (Aye!)
Bitch, I turnt up 'bout 500 degrees
'Fore I cook it up, let me roll up my sleeves

I just fucked my first bitch that did a molly (Poppin' boy)
If you riding 'bout 'em, don't say nothin 'bout 'em (Yeah, yeah)
He the golden child, how'd you ever doubt 'em (Brrr)
Bangers for my city, girl you know I got 'em yeah yeah
I call her Channel, I like what I see see
She heard all your songs, it gave her them zz's
What a feeling when you know your song on repeat
Turning bad bitches to a fan is easy
Touching on your body like I know nobody did
She a country girl, ain't have to get her body did
I don't know nobody wrap your body like Channel did
Jump up on the dick and did a trick and girl you nailed it
Stay a good girl I'll take you out to get your hair did
Said she want a Genre shirt, I packed it up and mailed it
If we never talk again, I bet she go wild (Wild)
It's a miracle I ain't had a damn child yeah

I'ma rockstar, thought I told ya (Turnt up!)
I'ma die hard when it's over (Yessir!)
Only I say when it's over (Yeah!)
I don't got time to get to know ya, nah (What you said?)
Tell a bitch, "You lucky you get to fuck me"
Tell a bitch, "You lucky you get to touch me" (Aye!)
Bitch, I turnt up bout 500 degrees
'Fore I cook it up, let me roll up my sleeves

Shit get wild wild, like the wild west
Singing' for your love's a wild contest
Does she love me? Does she love my brand names?
Nevermind, I think I'm drunk saying things
Write her back (Writer her back)
She in love (She in love)
I don't write (I don't write)
I'm a dub (What)
If I drop and I don't fuck her, she won't post it up
But she gone listen to it anyway, she know what's up, yeah

I'ma rockstar, thought I told ya (Turnt up!)
I'ma die hard when it's over (Yessir!)
Only I say when it's over (Yeah!)
I don't got time to get to know ya, nah (What you said?)
Tell a bitch, "You lucky you get to fuck me" (What?)
Tell a bitch, "You lucky you get to touch me" (Aye!)
Bitch, I turnt up bout 500 degrees
'Fore I cook it up, let me roll up my sleeves
(I wear my heart on my sleeves)
(Love me and love me for me, if you can't then just fuck on me baby and leave)
(But don't you say nothing 'bout me oh no no)
(Don't you say nothin' 'bout me)
(Look, nobody buys what you're selling, don't think you can sell them on nothin' bout me)
('Bout me oh oh)