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Intro:

 Hahahahaha
 
Tank God

 Ayy, ayy

I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
                             
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (ayy, ayy)

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 

(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 (ayy, ayy)
 
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 

(ta, pow, pow, pow)

 
I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars
                    
Feelin' like a popstar (21, 21, 21)
       
Drinkin' Henny, bad bitches 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 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 (ayy, ayy)

All my brothers got that gas
                                      
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta 

(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

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 

(ta, grrra-ta-ta-ta-ta)
                    
Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star

Rockstar
                           
Rockstar, feel just like a-

Rockstar
         
Rockstar

Rockstar
                  
Feel just like a...

## Credits

Autori: AWOSHILEY OLUFUNMIBI, BELL LOUIS RUSSELL, JOSEPH SHAYAA, POST AUSTIN RICHARD Copyright: © SONY/ATV MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, EMI MUSIC PUBLISHING