Rockstar Lyrics - Post Malone

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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, name them the shottas 

When my homies pull up on your block 

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

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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 on my pants 

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

And they all brought a friend 

Yeah, ayy 

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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, name 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 popstar (21, 21, 21) 

Drankin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool 

And they ain't got on no bra (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?" (21, 21) 

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 (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) 

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 (grrra-ta-ta-ta) 

Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star 

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