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Текст песни:
Thank GodAy
I've been fuckin' hos and poppin' pillies, man, I feel just like a rockstar (ay, ay)
All my brothers got that gas and they always be smokin' like a Rasta (mm)
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 grah-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow), ay, ay
Switch my whip, came back in black, I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott," ay
Close that door, we blowin' smoke, she ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison, ay
Act a fool on stage, prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car, ay
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", ay, ay
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, ay (ay, ay)
I've been fuckin' hos and poppin' pillies, man, I feel just like a rockstar (ay, ay)
All my brothers got that gas, and they always be smokin' like a Rasta (mm)
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 grrah-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow)
I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars feelin' like a popstar (21, 21, 21)
Drankin' 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 12 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 (bitch)
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 (ay)
I've been fuckin' hos and poppin' pillies, man, I feel just like a rockstar (ay, ay)
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 (uh)
When my homies pull up on your block, they make that thing go grrah-ta-ta-ta (ta, grrah-ta-ta-ta-ta)
'Star, 'star
Rockstar
Rockstar, 'star (rockstar)
Rockstar, feel just like a-
Rockstar (rockstar)
Rockstar, yeah (feel just like a-)
