Lyrics: Post Malone – rockstar ft. 21 Savage

Post Malone – rockstar ft. 21 Savage

[Intro: Post Malone]
Hahahahaha
Tank God
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Fucking bitches and taking pills
Man, I feel like a rockstar
My brothers’ grass is solid
And they smoke like Rasta
Deal with me, grab your Uzi, show up
and meet my shooters When my homies drop by your
neighborhood they’ll make sure that gun goes off like gra-ta-ta-ta
[Verse 1: Post Malone]
I changed my style, I came in black
I started saying “Rest in peace Bon Scott”
Shut the door, we’re smokin’ He tried to knock
me out He thinks I’m Morrisson (ayy)
Act like a fool on stage
You’ll probably leave my show in a cop car
It was legendary, it threw the TV down from the top of the Montage
Cocaine on the table, liquor mixing we don’t care
Man, your girlfriend’s a bitch trying to get in
she says “I’m in the band” (ayy, ayy)
Started acting like she’s crazy Trying to hold my pants I got a hundred bitches in my
trailer and none of them got a man They
all brought a friend

My brothers’ grass is solid
And they smoke like Rasta
Deal with me, grab your Uzi, come
out and meet my shooters When my buddies hit your
neighborhood they’ll make sure that gun goes off like gra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage] I was
banging superstars in the Hills
I feel like a Popstar(21,21,21) I’m
sipping henny bad bitches jumpin’ in my pool
And they ain’t got no bras
Hit it in the back, pull it by the hair,
she’s screaming “Enough” (yeah, yeah, yeah)
“Savage, why do you have 12 garages and 6 cars?” they ask
I ‘m not looking for a relationship, how did you find this? (How did you find?)
Your wife thinks I’m a lick (lick)
Green hundreds in my vault, I got old coins (old money)
LA bitches always ask “Where’s the coke” (21,21)
Live like a rockstar, smash the cop car
You know it’s no sweeter, tougher than Pop-Tart
I’ve been to the highest, remember I was a solid trap
Live like a rockstar, live like a rockstar (ayy)

[Chorus: Post Malone] I fuck
bitches and take pills
Man, I feel like a rockstar
My brothers’ grass is solid
And they smoke like Rasta
Deal with me, grab your Uzi, come
out and meet my shooters When my buddies hit your
neighborhood they’ll make sure that gun goes off like gra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

[Outro: Post Malone]
Star, star, Rock star, rock star, star
Rock star
I feel like a rock star

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