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Rockstar

 

Rockstar


I've been fucking dudes and popping pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
All my sisters 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 ('tas)
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta

Switch my whip, came back in black
I'm starting saying, "Rest in peace to Bon Scott"
Close that door, we blowing smoke
She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison
Act a fool on stage
Prolly leave my fucking show in a cop car
Shit was legendary
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage
Tofu 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"
Now she acting outta pocket, tryna grab up on my pants
Hundred bastards in my trailer say they ain't got a man
And they all brought a friend

I've been fucking dudes and popping pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
All my sisters 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 ('tas)
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta

I've been in the Hills fucking superstars
Feeling like a popstar (21, 21)
Dranking Henny, bad bitches jumping in the pool
And they ain't got on no bra
Hit her from the back, pulling on her tracks
And now she screaming out, "¡No más!"
They like, "Savage, why you got a twelve car garage
And you only got six cars?"
I ain't with the caking, how you kiss that?
Your wifey say I'm looking like a whole snack

I've been fucking dudes and popping pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
All my sisters 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 ('tas)
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta

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