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lirik lagu rotorial – rockstar (rockstar mix)

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[chorus: post malone, nicki minaj]
i’ve been f~ckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
man, i feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy)
cover up my face like a ninja
in this alexander w~ng scarf (ayy, ayy, ayy)
f~ckin’ with me, call up on a uzi
and show up, man, name them the shottas (‘tas)
i ain’t switchin’ up my hairstyle
but my n~ggas let it bang off (grrra~ta~ta~ta, ta, pow, pow, pow)

[verse 1: post malone]
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 f~ckin’ show in a cop car (car, ayy)
sh~t was legendary
threw a tv out the window of the montage
cocaine on the table, liquor pourin’, don’t give a d~mn
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 b~tches in my trailer say they ain’t got a man
and they all brought a friend (yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy)
[chorus: post malone, nicki minaj]
i’ve been f~ckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
man, i feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy)
cover up my face like a ninja
in this alexander w~ng scarf (ayy, ayy, ayy)
f~ckin’ with me, call up on a uzi
and show up, man, name them the shottas (‘tas)
i ain’t switchin’ up my hairstyle
but my n~ggas let it bang off (grrra~ta~ta~ta, ta, pow, pow, pow)

[verse 2: nicki minaj]
percocets and addies, lookin’ for a f~ck i could give
all these hatin’ b~tches plottin’, why they can’t let me live?
me and weezy in liv (ayy, ayy)
when my album drop these b~tches is gon’ cry in the car
all your yes~men out here lyin’, had you dyin’ to spar
you was tryin’ too hard (mm)
i’m out here livin’ though, i am out here livin’ though
me and tunechi winnin’ though
slimes out here twinnin’ though
i am on my pivot though, i am just so pivotal
bands, i go get it though, weezy on his pedestal
a lot of gang sh~t, a whole lot of gang sh~t
all these plaques is pilin’ up, it’s nowhere to hang sh~t
these b~tches p~ssy though
pushed them out my p~ssy though
n~ggas want my cookie though
’cause it taste like cookie dough
smoke, i got a free pack; flow sick, get a z~pak
n~ggas don’t mean my race when they say “she blacked”
i am the queen (facts), i’m everything she lacks
b~tch get on your kneecap, i don’t mean c. kaep’
i’ll get you checked, p~ssy; i’ll get you a free pap
you b~tches don’t ball out, you get your qb sacked
i’m obj, hoes; break records like ankles
i’ve been that b~tch since ice cream with the sprinkles
[segue: nicki minaj, lil wayne]
tell ’em carry on, they gon’ miss me when i’m gone
i’m gone (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[chorus: lil wayne, post malone]
i just f~cked like five hoes in my mansion
got ’em feelin’ like they five star, yeah
all my brothers got that gas
and they always be smokin’ like a rasta (‘sta, yeah)
pop some x with my exotic dancer
she start cryin’ and said her job hard, yeah
when my homies pull up on your block they make that thing go
grrra~ta~ta~ta (ta, pow, pow, pow)

[verse 3: lil wayne]
cocaine on her navel, l!ck it so my tongue can go ham
put my face up in her p~ssy and my thumb in her ass
make her do the jumpman, ayy
i put her face down in the pillow, ’bout to smother her ass
a fly yellow bone to me, i told her to come get a tan
now she b~tter pecan
oh, i got a draco in the sofa, an eggo in the toaster
a cradle in the chocha, the yayo doing yoga
and i wake up, smell the folgers, i don’t know how i woke up
’cause i was in a coma, but now i’m in the moment
wearing high socks on the front porch
two cups with the mud flowin’
the plug ain’t charge me nothin’ for it
i cried tears of f~ckin’ joy
lvs on my luggage, boy
don’t ask me where i’m f~ckin’ goin’
i pull up with my skaters
make ’em beat you with their f~ckin’ boards
sharp shooters like pool sharks
shoot you down in the walmart
shoot you down in the parkin’ lot
shoot you down in the food court
hit your crib in the steamboat
then disappear on the speedboat
act a jackass like steve~o
then disappear like neo
leave a red flag on your screen door
leave a red flag around your queen’s throat
leave a blood stain on your mink floor
like a red stain on clean snow
that money gang, 500 gang on that money train
and we walkin’ around with bl~~dy fangs
playin’ hunger games; mmm~yummy, man
and we storm the block, lightning and thunder came
when my youngest came, that’s your mother’s name
hit the address, knockin’ down picture frames and other things
throwin’ up eastside like stomach pains
sugarcane get took to spain, a kilo fell and it shook the plane
a n~gga screamed, the hoes wouldn’t complain
i brought the ak with the knife, so the butcher came
and the nina came, and her sister came
and what’s her name, it’ll go buka bang
you don’t even know where to put the blame, that’s cold
[chorus: lil wayne, post malone]
i just f~cked like five hoes in my mansion
got ’em feelin’ like they five star, yeah
all my brothers got that gas
and they always be smokin’ like a rasta (‘sta, yeah)
pop some x with my exotic dancer
she start cryin’ and said her job hard, yeah
when my homies pull up on your block they make that thing go
grrra~ta~ta~ta (ta, pow, pow, pow)

[verse 4: fetty wap]
if you ain’t gettin’ money, i can not understand
and if we really need the money, then we jumpin’ out vans
hittin’ you and your man (yeah)
if you ain’t gettin’ money, i can not understand
and if we really need the money, then we jumpin’ out vans
hittin’ you and your man (yeah, ayy, ayy)
in the cut, ridin’ with the yoppa (skrrt~skrrt)
ayy, go to war for the gang, body dropper (skrrt~skrrt)
yeah, he a hoe if he tell, he a copper [yeah]
used to geek off the pills, was a popper (yeah, baby)
yeah and, pull up in that thing, and show stopper (skrrt~skrrt)
yeah and, disrespect the gang, i’m gone pop ya (yeah, baby)
yeah and, way a n~gga flowin’, so proper (yeah, baby)
yeah, got a b~tch, so bad the hoes watch her (yeah, baby)

[chorus: fetty wap, post malone]
yeah, aye, aye
every time you hear that “yeah baby”
then you know that n~gga wap on (ayy)
you can see my diamonds clear baby
cause you know i paid a lot for ’em (ayy)
got a crib in the hills
keep a couple bad b~tches on my roster, baby
baby i’m the real deal
all these other n~ggas imposters (ayy, grrra~ta~ta~ta, ta, pow, pow, pow)

[verse 5: joey bada$$]
this that amethyst rockstar~life, might not make it
drop gems ’til i shine bright, just be patient
two girls in my hotel bathroom naked
that’s the type of thrill that i like, don’t waste it
my cup filled with no chaser, i’m wasted
mixin’ weed with the henny, got me cross~faded
like, “sorry, no interviews, y’all caught in the matrix”
checkin’ for statements, life is what you make it
i’m never on vacation ’cause there’s no days off
all the hard work, dedication, know it all pays off
i been gettin’ no sleep, i been workin’ graveyard shifts
i’m a braveheart, sh~t, they call me the sergeant
the general, my squadron, the pro era army
droppin’ bombs, this is just the calm before the storm, see
they can never harm me, my brother catch a homi
t~pain, post malone, joey bad, this is godly
huh, hahaha

[chorus: post malone]
i’ve been f~ckin’ 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)
f~ckin’ with me, call up on a uzi
and show up, man, name them the shottas (‘tas)
when my homies pull up on your block they make that thing go
grrra~ta~ta~ta (ta, pow, pow, pow)]

[verse 6: t~pain]
oh sh~t, hey (pizzle)
i just did like twenty shots and now i’m standin’ on top of a cop car (hey, hey, ayy)
she been givin’ me head for twenty minutes, man, this b~tch gotta have lockjaw (yeah, yeah, hey, ayy, woo, woo)
ain’t no retirin’, b~tch i’m firin’ out the car, let the glock off (hey, hoo)
and it’s a job, take the car to the karate shop and chop that b~tch like water (hey, ayy, hey, ayy)
man, my sh~t been going back~to~back, grrra~ta~ta~ta, just like a choppa (ayy, oh, hey, ayy)
police pull up behind me, ain’t no time to go and hide it, throw the rock far (yeah, hey, yeah)
valuable (yeah, oh, oh, oh yeah), for twenty minutes, oh man, my sh~t is ’bout as swole as a gold bond (hey, oh, hey, hey, ayy)
i got plenty more, prolly fifty more, but this is what we did so far~ar~ar

[chorus: post malone, t~pain & ]
i’ve been f~ckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
(ah~ahah~ahah)
man, i feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy, woo!)
all my brothers got that gas
and they always be smokin’ like a rasta (‘sta, )
f~ckin’ with me, call up on a uzi
and show up, man, name them the (‘tas, )
when my homies pull up on your block they make that thing go
grrra~ta~ta~ta

[verse 7: 21 savage, post malone]
i’ve been in the hills f~ckin’ superstars
feelin’ like a popstar (21, 21, 21)
drankin’ henny, bad b~tches jumpin’ in the pool
and they ain’t got on no bra (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 12 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. b~tches 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)

[chorus: post malone & 21 savage]
i’ve been f~ckin’ 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)
f~ckin’ 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 (ta, grrra~ta~ta~ta~ta)

[outro: post malone]
star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
rockstar
rockstar, feel just like a–
rockstar
rockstar
rockstar
feel just like a…