petek, 20. september 2019

Rockstar - Post Malone feat. 21 Savage





Ay, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar 
Ay, ay, 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 grrra-ta-ta-ta 
Ay, ay, switch my whip, came back in black
I'm startin' sayin', Rest in peace to Bon Scott
Ay, close that door, we blowin' smoke
She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison
Ay, act a fool on stage
Prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car
Ay, 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
Ay, ay, 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, ay
Ay, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
Ay, ay, 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 grrra-ta-ta-ta
I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars
Feelin' like a pop star 
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 12 car garage
And you only got 6 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
Ay, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
Ay, ay, 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 grrra-ta-ta-ta 
Rockstar
Rockstar, feel just like a rock
Rockstar
Star
Rockstar
Feel just like a