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Rockstar

Post Malone

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Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies

 Man, I feel just like a rockstar

 Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas

 And they always be smokin' like a Rasta  

 Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi

 And show up, man them the shottas

 When my homies pull up on your block

 They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

Ayy, ayy, switch my whip, came back in black

 I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott"

 Ayy, close that door, we blowin' smoke

 She ask me light a fire like I'm on some

 Ayy, act a fool on stage

 Prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car

 Ayy, shit was legendary

 Threw a TV out the window of the Montage

Pre-Chorus

 Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don't give a damn

 Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in

 Sayin', "I'm with the band"

 Ayy, ayy, now she actin' outta pocket

 Tryna grab up from my pants

 Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man

 And they all brought a friend - Yeah, ayy

Chorus

Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies

 Man, I feel just like a rockstar

 Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas

 And they always be smokin' like a Rasta  

 Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi

 And show up, man them the shottas

 When my homies pull up on your block

 They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

21 Savage-VERSE

 I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars

 Feelin' like a popstar (21, 21, 21)

 Drankin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool

 And they ain't got on no bra (bra)

 Hit her from the back, pullin' on her tracks

 And now she screamin' out, "No mas" (yeah, yeah, yeah)

 They like, "Savage, why you got a 12 car garage

 And you only got 6 cars?" (21)

 I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? (kiss that?)

 Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack (big snack)

 Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)

 L.A. bitches always askin' "Where the coke at?"

Livin' like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car

Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard

 I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard

Livin' like a rockstar, I'm livin' like a rockstar

Chorus

Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies

 Man, I feel just like a rockstar

 Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas

 And they always be smokin' like a Rasta  

 Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi

 And show up, man them the shottas

 When my homies pull up on your block

 They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

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