Rockstar

Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar

I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
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 grrra-ta-ta-ta

I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
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 grrra-ta-ta-ta

Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Feel just like a rockstar

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 (star)
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 grrra-ta-ta-ta

I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
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 grrra-ta-ta-ta

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
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

Yeah, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
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 grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Feel just like a rockstar



Credits
Writer(s): Louis Russell Bell, Austin Richard Post, Carl Austin Rosen, Shayaa Bin Abraham-joseph, Jo Vaughn Virginie, Olufunmibi Awoshiley
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link