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Post Malone
Post Malone
Вокал
21 Savage
21 Savage
Вокал
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Программирование
Tank God
Tank God
Программирование
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Композитор
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Автор песен
Austin Post
Austin Post
Автор песен
Olufunmibi Awoshiley
Olufunmibi Awoshiley
Композитор
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Композитор
Carl Rosen
Carl Rosen
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Продюсер
Tank God
Tank God
Продюсер
Lorenzo Cardona
Lorenzo Cardona
Инженер звукозаписи
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
Инженер звукозаписи
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Миксинг-инженер
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Мастеринг-инженер
Robin Florent
Robin Florent
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Scott Desmarais
Scott Desmarais
Ассистент миксинг-инженера

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Tank God Ayy (ayy) I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (ayy, ayy) 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), 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 fuckin' show in a cop car, ayy 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" Ayy, ayy 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, ayy (ayy, ayy) I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (ayy, ayy) 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) 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 (ayy) I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (ayy, ayy) 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 grah-ta-ta-ta (ta, grah-ta-ta-ta-ta) 'Star, 'star Rockstar Rockstar (rockstar) Rockstar, feel just like a- Rockstar (rockstar) Rockstar, yeah (feel just like a-)
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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