Sofia Karlberg - Rockstar lyrics

Ayy, I've been f**in' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star) Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta f**in' 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 startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott" Ayy, close that door, we blowin' smoke She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison Ayy, act a fool on stage Prolly leave my f**in' show in a cop car Ayy, sh** 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" Ayy, ayy, now she actin' outta pocket Tryna grab up from my pants Hundred b**hes in my trailer say they ain't got a man And they all brought a friend Yeah, ayy Ayy, I've been f**in' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star) Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta f**in' 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 f**in' superstars Feelin' like a pop star (21, 21, 21) Drankin' Henny, bad b**hes jumpin' in the pool And they ain't got on no 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 6 cars?" (21) I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? (kiss that?) Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack (big snack) Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks) L.A. b**hes always askin' where the coke at 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 Ayy, I've been f**in' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star) Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta f**in' 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)