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Post Malone – Rockstar lyrics

[Intro: Post Malone]
Hahahahaha
Tank God
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Post Malone]
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 (‘sta)
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, them the shottas (‘tas)
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
Switch my whip, came back in black
I’m startin’ sayin’, “Rest in peace to Bon Scott” (Scott, ayy)
Close that door, we blowin’ smoke
She ask me light a fire like I’m Morrison (‘son, ayy)
Act a fool on stage
Prolly leave my fuckin’ show in a cop car (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, ayy, ayy)

[Chorus: Post Malone]
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 (‘sta)
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, them the shottas (‘tas)
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
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 más!” (yeah, yeah, yeah)
They like, “Savage, why you got a twelve car garage
And you only got six 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)

[Chorus: Post Malone & 21 Savage]
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 (‘sta, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, them the shottas (‘tas)
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, grrra-ta-ta-ta-ta)

[Outro: Post Malone]
Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
Rockstar
Rockstar, feel just like a rock…
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Feel just like a…

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Blunt

[Intro]
Tank God

[Chorus]
I be too blunt, I say the wrong things
I get too much, big money always
How could you switch on me, you said you won’t change
I changed, you changed, but my money long, ayy
I’m way too blunt, I say the wrong things
I get too much, big money always
You just switched up, you said you won’t change
I changed, you changed, but my money long, ayy

[Verse]
If I put a price on his head, hit him from long range
I gotta stack up my money, I’m workin’ on off days
Count up a lot of blue hunnids, yeah that’s what they all say
You lookin’ beautiful girl, you look just like Beyoncé
And I’m dangerously in love with you
I don’t know what it is, but I fuck with you
I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable
But you know that I’ve got trust issues
And you want to be out here strippin’
And you, that’s the best with a stack
I should just pay your tuition, ’cause I know you’re better than that
I know you always be trippin’, ’cause you say I never be home
But that’s how you know you my bitch, ’cause you always gon’ pick up the phone
I won’t be callin’ you sis, don’t you be out here callin’ me bro
The bitches I wanted to hit used to be out here callin’ me broke
They don’t want me to win, I just want to be the GOAT
They don’t want me to sin, it’s the reason that I do

[Chorus]
I’m way too blunt, I say the wrong things
I get too much, big money always
How could you switch on me, you said you won’t change
I changed, you changed, but my money long, ayy
I’m way too blunt, I say the wrong things
I get too much, big money always
You just switched up, you said you won’t change
I changed, you changed, but my money long, ayy