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Necessary cookies are absolutely essential for the website to function properly. 21 Savage Album: The Diamond Collection (2023) Music: Tank God & Louis Bell Lyrics: Tank God, Carl Rosen, Joey Bada$$, Louis Bell, 21 Savage & P ost Malone They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (Ta, grrra-ta-ta-ta-ta) Livin’ like a rockstar, I’m livin’ like a rockstar (Ayy)Īnd they always be smokin’ like a Rasta (‘Sta, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Information rockstar is a song interpreted by Post Malone, featuring 21 Savage, released on the album Beerbongs & Bentleys in 2018. I done made the hot chart, ‘member I used to trap hard Buy this Track Rockstar by Post Malone feat. Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard Livin’ like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car
bitches always askin’, “Where the coke at?” (21, 21) Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (Old racks) Your wifey say I’m lookin’ like a whole snack (Big snack) I ain’t with the cakin’, how you kiss that? (Kiss that?) They like, “Savage, why you got a 12 car garage Hit her from the back, pullin’ on her tracksĪnd now she screamin’ out, “¡No más!” (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I’ve been in the Hills fuckin’ superstarsĭrankin’ Henny, bad bitches jumpin’ in the pool They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (Ta, pow, pow, pow) Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain’t got a manĪnd they all brought a friend (Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy) Now she actin’ outta pocket, tryna grab up on my pants Prolly leave my fuckin’ show in a cop car (Car, ayy)Ĭocaine on the table, liquor pourin’, don’t give a damnĭude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in She ask me light a fire like I’m Morrison (‘Son, ayy) I’m startin’ sayin’, “Rest in peace to Bon Scott” (Scott, ayy) They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (Ta, pow, pow, pow, ayy, ayy) Man, I feel just like a rockstar (Star, ayy, ayy)Īnd they always be smokin’ like a Rasta (‘Sta)Īnd show up, man, them the shottas (‘Tas) I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
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