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Nino Man

"​​rockstar (Megamix)"

[Intro: Galaxy Goats]
It's lil' Galaxy Goats, boys!
MC for life boys!
Minecraft Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang
Minecraft Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang
Minecraft, MC for life boys!
Minecraft gang boy!

[Chorus: Post Malone]
I've been f*ckin' 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 (-sta)
f*ckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, name them the shottas (-tas)
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
Switch my whip, came back in black
I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott" (Scott, ayy)
Close that door, we blowin' smoke
She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison (-son, ayy)
Act a fool on stage
Prolly leave my f*ckin' show in a cop car (car, ayy)
sh*t 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 on my pants
Hundred b*tches in my trailer say they ain't got a man
And they all brought a friend (yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Chorus: Post Malone]
I've been f*ckin' 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 (-sta)
f*ckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, name them the shottas (-tas)
When my homies pull up on your block they make that thing go
Grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 2: T-Pain]
Oh sh*t, hey
I just did like twenty shots and now I'm standin' on top of a cop car
Hey, she been givin' me head for twenty minutes, man, this b*tch gotta have lockjaw
Ain't no retirin', b*tch I'm firin' out the car, let the Glock off
Hey, and it's a job, take the car to the karate shop and chop that b*tch like water
Man, my sh*t been going back-to-back, grrra-ta-ta-ta, just like a choppa
Police pull up behind me, ain't no time to go and hide it, throw the rock far
Valuable, for twenty minutes, oh man, my sh*t is 'bout as swole as a gold bond
I got plenty more, prolly fifty more, but this is what we did so far-ar-ar

[Chorus: Post Malone, T-Pain & Joey Bada$$]
I've been f*ckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
(Ah-ahah-ahah)
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy, woo)
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta (-sta)
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 3: Chad Kroger]
I’m through with standing in line to clubs we’ll never get in
It’s like the bottom of the ninth and I’m never gonna win
This life hasn’t turned out quite the way I want it to be
(Tell me what you want)
I want a brand new house on an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub big enough for ten plus me
(So what you need?)
I’ll need a credit card that’s got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club at thirty-seven thousand feet
(Been there, done that)
I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher and James Dean is fine for me
(So how you gonna do it?)
I’m gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I’d even cut my hair and change my name
‘Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We’ll all stay skinny ’cause we just won’t eat
And we’ll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger’s gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

[Chorus: Post Malone]
I've been f*ckin' 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 (-sta)
f*ckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, name them the shottas (-tas)
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 4: Ozuna]
'Tá bien, ustedes son los que más tienen
Vamos pa' los números y verán que son mis nenes
Lo que yo me compro no es pa' frontearle' a ustedes
Es pa' yo llevarme a su mujer en la Mercedes
Maybach, G Wagon, la llevo al privado
30 mil de altura, de camino a Colorado
Le regalo un AP en oro rosado
Me dice que le gusta en el avión si se lo hago
Pregúntale a tu patrón que sabe lo que es el amor
En PR calentón, en RD reclamón, y conectao' en el Bronx, ay, ay
Pregúntale a tu patrón que sabe lo que es el amor
En PR calentón, en RD reclamón, y conectao' en el Bronx, ay, ay
Yo soy una estrella, to'as las babys a mí me quieren, me reclaman
200 el Richard Miller, pero más cabrón que la casa está salda
Yo no tengo enemigos, tampoco amigos, a to los trato por igual
Que canto pa' las babys no significa que no te la pueda' buscar

[Chorus: Post Malone]
I've been f*ckin' 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 (-sta)
f*ckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, name them the shottas (-tas)
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 5: Nicki Minaj]
Percocets and Addies, lookin' for a f*ck I could give
All these hatin' b*tches plottin', why they can't let me live?
Me and Weezy in LIV
When my album drop these b*tches is gon' cry in the car
All your yes-men out here lyin', had you dyin' to spar
You was tryin' too hard
I'm out here livin' though, I am out here livin' though
Me and Tunechi winnin' though
Slimes out here twinnin' though
I am on my pivot though
I am just so pivotal
Bands, I go get it though
Weezy on his pedestal
A lot of gang sh*t, a whole lot of gang sh*t
All these plaques is pilin' up, it's nowhere to hang sh*t
These b*tches pus*y though
Pushed them out my pus*y though
n*ggas want my cookie though
'Cause it taste like cookie dough
Smoke, I got a free pack
Flow sick, get a Z-pak
n*ggas don't mean my race when they say she blacked
I am the Queen (Facts)
I'm everything she lacks
b*tch get on your kneecap
I don't mean C. Kaep'
I'll get you checked, pus*y, I'll get you a free pap
You b*tches don't ball out, you get your QB sacked
I'm OBJ, hoes, break records like ankles
I've been that b*tch since ice cream with the sprinkles
Tell 'em carry on, they gon' miss me when I'm gone
I'm gone

[Chorus: Post Malone; Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I've been f*ckin' 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 (-sta)
f*ckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, name them the shottas (-tas)
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 6: Nicky Jam]
Una Panamera, un F12 frente a casa
Gucci, Ferragamo, compro todo plaza (ajá)
Rhino pa' los cortas, ratas que te cazan
Miles de hipócritas que vienen y te abrazan (yeh, yeh)
Vivo la vida como un rey (rra)
Kilos de música de Medellín a Monterrey (rey)
Siempre cruzando todos los límites de la ley (ley)
Mi movie siempre está en play (play)
Vivo la vida como un rockstar
Los que tiraron ya no existen, obvio no están
Tengo brujas que con los palos te acuestan
Con peine doble lleno que se manifiestan (woo)
Dicen que el dinero el alma me consume
Yo sigo celebrando en un jet por las nubes
Nadie me las daba cuando abajo solo estuve
Ahora la cuenta nunca declina, siempre sube
Siempre sube, siempre sube, siempre (woo!)

[Chorus: Post Malone]
I've been f*ckin' 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 (-sta)
f*ckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, name them the shottas (-tas)
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 7: Nino Man]
Shorty tried to say I'm innocent
GS said no that n*gga just pop
They hatin on me cause they see me on the floor
Shinin' like I just mopped (I'm in my bag)
If it's something fly that I like
I don't price, I just go cop (ju heard)
Bet they treat you different when you whippin'
And get yourself a dope watch
When people see you winning
They just wanna get in
But when sh*t was lookin' bad
They ain't wanna be friends (where ya was at?)
But now they pretend (where ya was at?)
Facts
All these money hungry b*tches trynna get in my pants
But when I was wearing Levi
They didn't give me a chance
Now I'm in demand (ahhaaaa)

[Verse 8: Jadakiss]
I remember I got bagged then I stuffed the drugs
In back of the cop car (I remember)
My man caught a bid, turned Muslim, came home
Now his name is Akbar (asalamalakim)
Be yourself, you make it a lot further dog
You ain't gotta act hard (for what?)
When your dope is good, fiends in the hood
All got the same as egg nog
At any given, incase you get caught slippin'
Yeah n*gga you can get robbed
These n*ggas young and stupid
They don't think before they do sh*t
Poppin' pills, sippin' fluid with a nine in they hand
Fresh outta the can (haha, ay)

[Chorus: Post Malone]
I've been f*ckin' 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 (-sta)
f*ckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, name them the shottas (-tas)
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 9: 21 Savage]
I've been in the Hills f*ckin' superstars
Feelin' like a popstar (21, 21, 21)
Drankin' Henny, bad b*tches 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 twelve 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 (big snack)
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)
L.A. b*tches 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 (ayy)

[Chorus: Post Malone]
I've been f*ckin' 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 (-sta)
f*ckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, name them the shottas (-tas)
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 10: Galaxy Goats]
I've been in the cave, mining diamonds
Steve I feel just like a miner
Drinkin' potions bad
Alex is jumpin' in the water
They ain't got no armor
Hit zombies from the back
Minecart on the tracks
And Steve screaming out diamonds
They like steve, why you got a 12 car garage
And you only got 6 cars
Craftin' MC cake how you eat that
Your Alex say I lookin' like a whole chest
Green dye in my safe
I got old ores, MC women always asking where the ores at
Livin' like a crafter, smashing on a creeper
Sweeter than MC cake, you know you ain't bedrock
I done in the armor, 'member I used to get iron
Livin like a miner, I'm livin like a miner

[Chorus: Post Malone]
I've been f*ckin' 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 (-sta)
f*ckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, name them the shottas (-tas)
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 11: Lil Wayne]
Cocaine on her navel, lick it so my tongue can go HAM
Put my face up in her pus*y and my thumb in her ass
Make her do the jumpman, ayy
I put her face down in the pillow, 'bout to smother her ass
A fly yellow bone to me, I told her to come get a tan
Now she butter pecan
Oh, I got a Draco in the sofa
An Eggo in the toaster
A cradle in the chocha
The yayo doing yoga
And I wake up, smell the Folgers
I don't know how I woke up
'Cause I was in a coma
But now I'm in the moment
Wearing high socks on the front porch
Two cups with the mud flowin'
The plug ain't charge me nothin' for it
I cried tears of f*ckin' joy
LVs on my luggage, boy
Don't ask me where I'm f*ckin' goin'
I pull up with my skaters
Make 'em beat you with their f*ckin' boards
Sharp shooters like pool sharks
Shoot you down in the Walmart
Shoot you down in the parkin' lot
Shoot you down in the food court
Hit your crib in the Steamboat
And disappear on the speedboat
Act a jackass like Steve-O
Then disappear like Ne-Yo
Leave a red flag on your screen door
Leave a red flag around your queen's throat
Leave a blood stain on your mink floor
Like a red stain on clean snow
That money gang, Five-hundred gang
On that money train
And we walkin' around with bloody fangs
Playin' hunger games; mmm-yummy, man
And we storm the block, lightning and thunder came
When my youngest came, that's your mother's name
Hit the address, knockin' down picture frames and other things
Throwin' up Eastside like stomach pains
Sugarcane get took to Spain
A kilo fell and it shook the plane
A n*gga screamed, the hoes wouldn't complain
I brought the AK with the knife, so the butcher came
And the Nina came, and her sister came
And what's her name
It’ll go Buka Bang
You don't even know where to put the blame
That's cold

[Chorus: Post Malone & Dylan Matthew; Lil Wayne]
I've been f*ckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy, yeaaaaaah)
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta (-sta)
f*ckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, name them the shottas (-tas)
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 12: Dylan Matthew]
Pull up at the mall, they surround us
Man i'm feeling like a popstar
İf i want your girl, all i gotta do is just
Pull up with my guitar
Talking sh*t but you don't even know me
That sh*t is really bizare
Didn't even know you dropped a song
Cuz your sh*t ain't on my radar

Okay,what time is it now, 4:30 in
The morning but the music still loud
Driving 90 down the freeway
The windows are down
You could claim that your the king
But sh*t, i still wear the crown

And i can tell your a lazy ass artist
From your words
Everybody wanna be famous
But don't put in the work
I been practising all night and day
Found a girl i can call my babe
Mones up man i'm getting paid
Girlies in my DM's
Like heyyy,haha,oh yeah

[Chorus: Post Malone; & Dylan Matthew; Joey Bada$$]
I've been f*ckin' 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 (-sta, yeah, hey)
f*ckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, name them the shottas (-tas, badman)
When my homies pull up on your block they make that thing go
Grrra-ta-ta-ta (yeah, ta, pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 13: Joey Bada$$]
This that Amethyst Rockstar-life, might not make it
Drop gems 'til I shine bright, just be patient
Two girls in my hotel bathroom naked
That's the type of thrill that I like, don't waste it
My cup filled with no chaser, I'm wasted
Mixin' weed with the Henny, got me cross-faded
Like, "Sorry, no interviews, y'all caught in the Matrix"
Checkin' for statements, life is what you make it
I'm never on vacation 'cause there's no days off
All the hard work, dedication, know it all pays off
I been gettin' no sleep, I been workin' graveyard shifts
I'm a Braveheart, sh*t, they call me the Sergeant
The general, my squadron, the Pro Era army
Droppin' bombs, this is just the calm before the storm, see
They can never harm me, my brother catch a homi
T-Pain, Post Malone, Joey Bad, this is godly
Huh, hahaha

[Chorus: Post Malone & 21 Savage]
I've been f*ckin' 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 (-sta, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
f*ckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, name them the shottas (-tas)
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, grrra-ta-ta-ta-ta)

[Outro: Post Malone]
Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
Rockstar
Rockstar, feel just like a rock...
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Feel just like a...

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