Rockstar – Post Malone ft. 21 Savage (Video + Lirik)

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    Ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
    Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
    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 grrra-ta-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 Morrison
    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
    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
    Ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
    Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
    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 grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)
    I’ve been in the Hills fuckin’ superstars
    Feelin’ like a pop star (21, 21, 21)
    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” (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
    Ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
    Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
    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 grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)
    Rockstar
    Rockstar, feel just like a rock
    Rockstar
    Star
    Rockstar
    Feel just like a

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