Rockstar
21 Savage
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- Em
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Am - 002210Em - 022000C - 032010G - 355433 [Intro]Am Em [Verse]Em Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pilliesC Man, I feel just like a rockstar Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like aEm Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a UziC And show up, man them the shottas When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing goEm grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)Em Ayy, ayy, switch my whip, came back in black I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peaceC to Bon Scott" Ayy, close that door, we blowin' smoke She ask me light a fire like I'm onEm some Ayy, act a fool on stage Prolly leave my fuckin' show in aC cop car Ayy, shit was legendary Threw a TV out the window of theEm MontageContinúa después del anuncio[Pre-Chorus] Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don't give a damn Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie,C she just tryna get in Sayin', "I'm with the band"Em Ayy, ayy, now she actin' outta pocket Tryna grab up from my pants Hundred bitches in my trailer sayC they ain't got a man And they all brought a friend - Yeah, ayy [Chorus]Em Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pilliesC Man, I feel just like a rockstar Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like aEm Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a UziC And show up, man them the shottas When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing goEm grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow) [21 Savage-VERSE] I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstarsC Feelin' like a popstar (21, 21, 21) Drankin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the poolEm And they ain't got on no bra (bra) Hit her from the back, pullin' on her tracksC And now she screamin' out, "No mas" (yeah, yeah, yeah) They like, "Savage, why you got a 12 car garageEm And you only got 6 cars?" (21) I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? (kiss that?) Your wifey say I'm lookin' like aC whole snack (big snack) Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks) L.A. bitches always askin' "Where the coke at?"Em Livin' like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hardC I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard Livin' like a rockstar, I'm livin'Em like a rockstar [Chorus]Em Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pilliesC Man, I feel just like a rockstar Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like aEm Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a UziC And show up, man them the shottas When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing goEm grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)