Rockstar (Remix)

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Tank God

Ayy, ayy

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 grra-ta-ta-ta (Ta, pow, pow, pow, ayy, ayy)

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)

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 grra-ta-ta-ta (Ta, pow, pow, pow)

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 (No 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)

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 grra-ta-ta-ta (Ta, grra-ta-ta-ta-ta)

Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star

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