Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song rockstar, artist - Sofia Karlberg.
Date of issue: 12.10.2017
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 |