Letra Música rockstar (feat. 21 Savage) – Post Malone
HahahahahaTank God
Ayy
I’ve been fucking hoes and popping pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy)
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smoking like a Rasta
Fucking 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 starting saying: Rest in peace to Bon Scott (Scott, ayy)
Close that door, we blowing smoke
She ask me light a fire like I’m Morrison (ayy)
Act a fool on stage
Prolly’ leave my fucking show in a cop car (car, ayy)
Shit was legendary
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage
Cocaine on the table, liquor pouring, don’t give a damn
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
Saying: I’m with the band
Ayy, ayy
Now she acting 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)
I’ve been fucking hoes and popping pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy)
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smoking like a Rasta
Fucking 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 fucking superstars
Feeling like a popstar (21, 21, 21)
Dranking Henny, bad bitches jumping in the pool
And they ain’t got on no bra (no bra)
Hit her from the back, pulling on her tracks
And now she screaming 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 caking, how you kiss that? (Kiss that?)
Your wifey say I’m looking like a whole snack (big snack)
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)
LA bitches always asking: Where the coke at? (21, 21)
Living 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
Living like a rockstar, I’m living like a rockstar (ayy)
I’ve been fucking hoes and popping pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy)
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smoking like a Rasta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fucking 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 (grrra-ta-ta-ta-ta)
(Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star)
(Rockstar)
(Rockstar, feel just like a rock)
(Rockstar)
(Rockstar)
(Rockstar)
(Feel just like a)Post Malone – rockstar (feat. 21 Savage) – Ouvir Música