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  • Title:Rockstar (feat. 21 Savage)
  • Artist:Post Malone
  • Album:Rockstar
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    Post Malone - rockstar (feat. 21 Savage)
    Written by Austin Post, Shayaa Abraham-Joseph, Louis Bell, Olufunmibi Awoshiley

    Hahahahaha
    Tank God
    Ayy, ayy
    I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
    Man, I feel just like a rockstar
    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, name them the shottas
    When my homies pull up on your block
    They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta
    Switch my whip, came back in black
    I’m startin’ sayin’, “Rest in peace to Bon Scott”
    Close that door, we blowin’ smoke
    She ask me light a fire like I’m Morrison
    Act a fool on stage
    Prolly leave my fuckin’ show in a cop car
    Shit was legendary
    Threw a TV out the window of the Montage
    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”
    Now she actin’ outta pocket, tryna grab up on my pants
    Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain’t got a man
    And they all brought a friend
    I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
    Man, I feel just like a rockstar
    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, name them the shottas
    When my homies pull up on your block
    They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta
    I’ve been in the Hills fuckin’ superstars
    Feelin’ like a popstar
    Drankin’ Henny, bad bitches jumpin’ in the pool
    And they ain’t got on no bra
    Hit her from the back, pullin’ on her tracks
    And now she screamin’ out, “¡no más!”
    They like, “Savage, why you got a twelve car garage
    And you only got six cars?”
    I ain’t with the cakin’, how you kiss that?
    Your wifey say I’m lookin’ like a whole snack
    Green hundreds in my safe, I got 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
    I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
    Man, I feel just like a rockstar
    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, name them the shottas
    When my homies pull up on your block
    They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta
    Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
    Rockstar
    Rockstar, feel just like a rock ...
    Rockstar
    Rockstar
    Rockstar
    Feel just like a ...
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