Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song rockstar , by - Post Malone. Release date: 07.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
rockstar |
| I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies |
| Man, I feel just like a rockstar |
| 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 grrrata-ta-ta |
| (Okay) |
| (I've been fuckin' hoes...) |
| I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies |
| Man, I feel just like a rockstar |
| I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies |
| Man, I feel just like a rockstar |
| 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 grrrata-ta-ta |
| Switch my whip, came back in black |
| I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott" |
| Close that door, we blowin' smoke |
| She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison |
| Act a fool on stage |
| Prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car |
| 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 |
| I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies |
| Man, I feel just like a rockstar |
| 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 grrrata-ta-ta |
| I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars |
| Feelin' like a popstar |
| 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 mas" |
| 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 |
| (Okay) |
| I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies |
| Man, I feel just like a rockstar |
| 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 grrrata-ta-ta |