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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sofia Karlberg
Sofia Karlberg
Vocals
Andreas Romdhane
Andreas Romdhane
Programming
Josef Larossi
Josef Larossi
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Composer
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Songwriter
Austin Post
Austin Post
Songwriter
Olufunmibi Awoshiley
Olufunmibi Awoshiley
Composer
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Composer
Carl Rosen
Carl Rosen
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andreas Romdhane
Andreas Romdhane
Producer
Josef Larossi
Josef Larossi
Producer

Lyrics

I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, now them the shottas When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go rrra-ta-ta-ta Switch my whip, came back in black I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott" Close that door, we blowin' smoke She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison Act a fool on stage I prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car 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" Now she actin' outta pocket Tryna grab up from my pants 100 bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man And they all brought a friend Oh, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, now them the shottas When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go rrra-ta-ta-ta I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars Feelin' like a pop star Drankin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool And they ain't got on no bra Hit her from the back, pullin' on her tracks Now she screamin' out, "No more" They like, "Savage, why you got a 12-car garage When you only got six cars?" I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack Green 100s in my safe, I got old racks L.A. bitches 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, livin' like a rockstar Oh, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar Oh all my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, now with them shottas When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go rrra-ta-ta-ta
Writer(s): Louis Russell Bell, Austin Richard Post, Carl Austin Rosen, Shayaa Bin Abraham-joseph, Jo Vaughn Virginie, Olufunmibi Awoshiley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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