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Hahahahaha Tank God Ayy I've been fucking hoes and popping pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy) All my brothers got that gas And they always be smoking like a Rasta Fucking 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, ayy, ayy) Switch my whip, came back in black I'm starting saying: Rest in peace to Bon Scott (Scott, ayy) Close that door, we blowing smoke She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison (ayy) Act a fool on stage Prolly' leave my fucking show in a cop car (car, ayy) Shit was legendary Threw a TV out the window of the Montage Cocaine on the table, liquor pouring, don't give a damn Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in Saying: I'm with the band Ayy, ayy Now she acting 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 fucking hoes and popping pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy) All my brothers got that gas And they always be smoking like a Rasta Fucking 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) I've been in the Hills fucking superstars Feeling like a popstar (21, 21, 21) Dranking Henny, bad bitches jumping in the pool And they ain't got on no bra (no bra) Hit her from the back, pulling on her tracks And now she screaming 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 caking, how you kiss that? (Kiss that?) Your wifey say I'm looking like a whole snack (big snack) Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks) LA bitches always asking: Where the coke at? (21, 21) Living 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 Living like a rockstar, I'm living like a rockstar (ayy) I've been fucking hoes and popping pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy) All my brothers got that gas And they always be smoking like a Rasta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Fucking 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 (grrra-ta-ta-ta-ta) (Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star) (Rockstar) (Rockstar, feel just like a rock) (Rockstar) (Rockstar) (Rockstar) (Feel just like a)
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