a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

dylan matthew - rockstar (dylan matthew remix) lyrics

[chorus: post malone]
i’ve been f-ckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
man, i feel just like a rockstar (ayy)
all my brothers got that gas
and they always be smokin’ like a rasta (ah)
f-ckin’ with me, call up on a uzi
and show up, man, name them the shottas (yeah)
when my homies pull up on your block
they make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta

[verse 1: post malone]
switching whips, i pull up in the mercedes
or the lambo or the mazda (ayy)
i cannot contain the lyrical abilities
of going so hard (ayy)
got a couple people telling me that they thinkin’
that i’ma go far (i’ma go far)
all i want is supermodels in the back of
6 or 7 black cars, cocaine on the table
liquor pourin’ don’t give a d-mn
dude, your girlfriend is a groupie she’s just tryna’ get in
sayin’: “i’m with the band” (ayy, ayy)
now she actin’ outta pocket
tryna grab up from my pants
hundred b-tches in my trailer say they ain’t got a man
and they all brought a friend (ayy, ayy)

[chorus: post malone]
i’ve been f-ckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
man, i feel just like a rockstar (ayy)
all my brothers got that gas
and they always be smokin’ like a rasta (ayy)
f-ckin’ with me, call up on a uzi
and show up, man, name them the shottas (ayy)
when my homies pull up on your block
they make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (oh yeah)

[verse 2: 21 savage]
pull up at the mall and they surround us
man i’m feeling like a popstar (ayy)
if i want your girl, all i gotta do is just
pull up with my guitar (ooh)
talking sh-t but you don’t even know me
that sh-t is really bizarre (ayy, ayy)
didn’t even know you dropped this on me
’cause your sh-t ain’t on my radar
okay, what time is it now, 4:30 in
the morning but the music’s still loud
driving 90 down the freeway
the windows are down
you could claim that you’re the king
but sh-t, i still wear the crown
and i can tell you’re a lazy -ss artist
from your words
everybody wanna be famous
but don’t put in the work
i been practicing all night, all day
found a girl i can call my babe
money’s up man, i’m getting paid
girlies in my dm’s
like heyyy, (haha), oh yeah

[chorus: post malone]
i’ve been f-ckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
man, i feel just like a rockstar (ayy)
all my brothers got that gas
and they always be smokin’ like a rasta (ayy, ayy)
f-ckin’ with me, call up on a uzi
and show up, man, name them the shottas (ayy, ayy)
when my homies pull up on your block
they make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta

- dylan matthew lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS