Scorcher - Rockstar (Dappy Diss) lyrics
[Scorcher - Rockstar Dappy Diss lyrics]
I don’t know when sniffing
Cocaine turned cool
Or watching your cousin give brain to a fool
But who am I to judge though
Man diss me, I tell him it’s all love though
Go and buy the single
Listen lickle rockstar playin’ your guitar
With your likkle chainz on
Spraying like your hard
I was in the tint when I got the phone call
You was chillin’ at the studio
Playing on the farm
You should have a patch on your eye
Likkle pirate
No regrets video was looking like my ting
Everybody said it but I didn’t really mind it
Now I gotta shock a
Little nigga like lightening
On a bag of drugs ca’ it make you feel bigger
Pale like a sheet sayin’ you’re a real nigga
Bally on your face looking like a real killer
Reality check brudda, you’re a lead singer
Dappy you can buy as many friends as you want
You can be the richest in
Your ends if you want
But how you gon’ chat bout
Chains tryna diss me running to your fans
What happened to you in Finchley
Me I’m in the ends with
Bruddas that ain't rappers
Stick it in the pussy cause
None of us ain't faggots i ain't gonna lie
He’s a sucker that’s got talent
But he might die cause them
Brudda that's got habit's
I could just imagine Dappy picking
Up a whole key
Found dead at Wireless cause a dickhead OD’d
It’s so lame, tryna be Cobain
You’re a good yout’, lay offa the cocaine
Bim bimmer, zim zimma, zag-a-zagi
You teef Beenie man style with your nana-ni
Go where with what chain
That’s a bag of lies
Unless you’re 20 man deep with
A bag of knives
Fuck boy taking pics with your willy out
Ya like Earthworm Jim with a silly hat
Lead singer tryna act like a killer now
Big man ting, somebody sit him down
I don’t give a fuck what
You pushed in the bank
You could have a mill
Still look like a tramp
It’s like he had the lights
Off when he got dressed
How you rich, still looking like a hot mess
You ain’t ready for me brudda
Go an’ battle Lethal
Underground king, you could never be my equal
Your Tarzan shit 2 was deader than Evisu
Pussy ‘ole don’t ever say my
Name cause you feel too
Dappy you can buy as many friends as you want
You can be the richest in
Your ends if you want
But how you gon’ chat bout
Chains tryna diss me running to your fans
What happened to you in Finchley
Me I’m in the ends with
Bruddas that ain't rappers
Stick it in the pussy cause
None of us ain't faggots i ain't gonna lie
He’s a sucker that’s got talent
But he might die cause them
Brudda that's got habit's
I’m just talkin’ out the tings I ain't fakin’
Maybe I’m too real for the mainstream
He’s lying to himself saying that I’m hatin’
I guess that’s what happens when you make it
Cocaine turned cool
Or watching your cousin give brain to a fool
But who am I to judge though
Man diss me, I tell him it’s all love though
Go and buy the single
Listen lickle rockstar playin’ your guitar
With your likkle chainz on
Spraying like your hard
I was in the tint when I got the phone call
You was chillin’ at the studio
Playing on the farm
You should have a patch on your eye
Likkle pirate
No regrets video was looking like my ting
Everybody said it but I didn’t really mind it
Now I gotta shock a
Little nigga like lightening
On a bag of drugs ca’ it make you feel bigger
Pale like a sheet sayin’ you’re a real nigga
Bally on your face looking like a real killer
Reality check brudda, you’re a lead singer
Dappy you can buy as many friends as you want
You can be the richest in
Your ends if you want
But how you gon’ chat bout
Chains tryna diss me running to your fans
What happened to you in Finchley
Me I’m in the ends with
Bruddas that ain't rappers
Stick it in the pussy cause
None of us ain't faggots i ain't gonna lie
He’s a sucker that’s got talent
But he might die cause them
Brudda that's got habit's
I could just imagine Dappy picking
Up a whole key
Found dead at Wireless cause a dickhead OD’d
It’s so lame, tryna be Cobain
You’re a good yout’, lay offa the cocaine
Bim bimmer, zim zimma, zag-a-zagi
You teef Beenie man style with your nana-ni
Go where with what chain
That’s a bag of lies
Unless you’re 20 man deep with
A bag of knives
Fuck boy taking pics with your willy out
Ya like Earthworm Jim with a silly hat
Lead singer tryna act like a killer now
Big man ting, somebody sit him down
I don’t give a fuck what
You pushed in the bank
You could have a mill
Still look like a tramp
It’s like he had the lights
Off when he got dressed
How you rich, still looking like a hot mess
You ain’t ready for me brudda
Go an’ battle Lethal
Underground king, you could never be my equal
Your Tarzan shit 2 was deader than Evisu
Pussy ‘ole don’t ever say my
Name cause you feel too
Dappy you can buy as many friends as you want
You can be the richest in
Your ends if you want
But how you gon’ chat bout
Chains tryna diss me running to your fans
What happened to you in Finchley
Me I’m in the ends with
Bruddas that ain't rappers
Stick it in the pussy cause
None of us ain't faggots i ain't gonna lie
He’s a sucker that’s got talent
But he might die cause them
Brudda that's got habit's
I’m just talkin’ out the tings I ain't fakin’
Maybe I’m too real for the mainstream
He’s lying to himself saying that I’m hatin’
I guess that’s what happens when you make it