Post Malone - Rockstar 2

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intro: nicky jam, ozuna, nicki minaj & 21 savage
Ey, yao'
Nicky jam
Tunechi
Ozuna (ozuna)
Barbie
Post malone
Spanish remix
Trapstar
Young money
(tank god)

nicky jam
Hago lo que quiera, compro lo que quiera, porque soy un rockstar (-tar)voy pa'l avión privado en el ferrari, en el tablero 180 (180)
Voy de camino a suiza pa' lanzar mi propio hublot a la venta
Y voy llamando al russo porque quiero gastarme un millón en prendas
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!)

post malone
I've been fuckin' 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
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 grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow, ayy, ayy)

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 (ayy)
Act a fool on stage
Prolly' leave my fuckin' show in a cop car (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)

faraón love shady
Soy un rockstar
Las mujeres hacen fila por mi semen nutritivo
Todas esas guarras aman que me corra en su cabello
Mi leche en su' teta', me hizo una rusa
Tu guarra quiere que la folle en el parque
No le importa dónde estamos, sólo quiere leche, leche, leche
Toda esa' guarra' pide' leche, leche, leche, leche
Yo sé que cuando me ves te vuelves loca de placer
Y quieres mis 22 centímetros de largo
Yo sé que cuando me ves te vuelves loca de placer
Y quieres mis 22 centímetros de largo
Ahora mi vecina me pide follar mientras está jugando dota
Toda la noche-día en su ordenador (raa)
Me pide follarla mientras está jugando dota en su ordenador (raa) (raa), (raa)
Toda esa rica pizza, me lo mama con la pizza (yee)
Me encanta verte venir cuando te vienes más de siete veces
En el coche, en el carro; en el lambo' (yee)
Te hago venir más de siete veces en una sola noche
Con mis 22 centímetros de largo
Yo sé que cuando me ves te vuelves loca de placer
Y quieres mis 22 centímetros de largo
Yo sé que cuando me ves te vuelves loca de placer
Y quieres mis 22 centímetros de largo

post malone
I've been fuckin' 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)
Fuckin' 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)

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

duki
Me queda bien cuando me mienten (modo diablo)
Me queda bien ser el de siempre (modo diablo)
Me queda bien to' lo que inventen
Yeah, me queda bien
Me queda bien cuando me mienten
Me queda bien ser el de siempre (wah-wah-wah-wah-wah)
Me queda bien to' lo que inventen
Me queda bien, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mami, dale, agárrame la' manos
Sentir el calor de como to' nos miran (miran)
Que si al meno' vos está' a mi lado se me hace má' fácil afronta' esa vida (vida)
Esto' blanco' ahora quieren matarno' porque no toleran verno' tan arriba (-rriba)
Yo fronteando, contando lo que vivo sin tener que ponerme a hablar mentira', eh, yeah
Y ahora vivo en la mansión, a pocas cuadras 'e mi avenida (-nida)
Casi que la veo desde el balcón mientra' estoy quemando porquería
¿que quién me creo que soy? el mejor al meno' en estos día' (días)
Cada liga tiene su jordan y es obvio que yo soy el de la mía
Yo no tengo seriedad (no,, no), niño lombardo, simpatía (sin, sin)
Liga italia serie a (ah-ah), niño icardi, buena vida (buena vida)
Que cómo me van a bajar (no, no)
Si es que yo ya nací arriba (arriba)
Que cómo me van a bajar (arriba), si soy dueño de la liga
Fuck your feelings, i'm a rockstar (ah)
Yo me siento como un rockstar (rockstar)
Cojo putas como un rockstar (ah)
Tomo pastilla' como un rockstar
Fuck your feelings, i'm a rockstar (ey, ey)
Yo me siento como un rockstar (ey; ah)
Cojo putas como un rockstar (ah-ah)
Tomo pastilla' como un rockstar
Rockstar
Baby, i'm a rockstar (yeah, yeah)
Baby, i'm a rockstar, yeah, eh
Yo soy un rockstar, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

ele a el dominio
Baby tú sabes que vivo como rockstar
Y chingo como un pornstar
(baby tú sabes que ninguno te chinga así)
Si me vengo adentro baby
Tú sabes que tienes que abortar
Tengo tantos asesinos que yo creo que nací inmortal
Mi vuelo es clandestino
Y por eso yo siempre ando con mi corta
(pew pew pew)
El draco suena, te salgo a matar de noche
Y el cielo truena
Un aguacero de balas, la transmisión escupe
El fiscal forense que de ti se ocupe
Mi lista de enemigos la he tachado entera
Ellos matan mientras me chingo una cuera
Siéntete entera, las balas por tus dientes
Una peineta entera, pa' que sienta la corriente
Te dejo viuda, chingamos bajo lluvia
No sé que es lo que tienen pero me gustan las rubias
Como estrella ‘e rock, el rifle es mi guitarra
Baby i’m selling drugs, puedo comprar la barra


post malone & nicki minaj
I been smokin' gas, killin' bitches
Man, i feel just like a gang-star
Cover up my face like a ninja
In this alexander wang scarf
I'ma drop a bag, they gon' pull up
And then they gon' let them things off
I ain't switchin' up my hairstyle
But my niggas let it bang off

nicki minaj
Percocets and addies, lookin' for a fuck i could give
All these hatin' bitches plottin', why they can't let me live?
Me and weezy in liv
When my album drop these bitches 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 shit, a whole lot of gang shit
All these plaques is pilin' up, it's nowhere to hang shit
These bitches pussy though
Pushed them out my pussy though
Niggas want my cookie though
'cause it taste like cookie dough
Smoke, i got a free pack; flow sick, get a z-pak
Niggas don't mean my race when they say "she blacked"
I am the queen (facts), i'm everything she lacks
Bitch get on your kneecap, i don't mean c. kaep'
I'll get you checked, pussy; i'll get you a free pap
You bitches don't ball out, you get your qb sacked
I'm obj, hoes; break records like ankles
I've been that bitch since ice cream with the sprinkles
Tell 'em carry on, they gon' miss me when i'm gone
I'm gone

lil wayne
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just fucked like five hoes in my mansion
Got 'em feelin' like they five star, yeah
Your hoes throwin' fits, my bitches patient
Man, i feel just like a doctor, yeah
Pop some x with my exotic dancer
She start cryin' and said her job hard, yeah
Switch her whip out, put her in a mercedes
Now she screamin' rest in peace to honda
Cocaine on her navel, lick it so my tongue can go ham
Put my face up in her pussy 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 fuckin' joy
Lvs on my luggage, boy
Don't ask me where i'm fuckin' goin'
I pull up with my skaters
Make 'em beat you with their fuckin' 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
Then disappear on the speedboat
Act a jackass like steve-o
Then disappear like neo
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, 500 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 nigga 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

miky woodz
El og real, a nadie imito (no, no)
Si tú no me conoce', hijueputa, pues cierra el pico (shh; ¡prrr!)
Nací en la isla de lo' delitos (yeah, yeh-yeah)
Y ando con una banda 'e joseadores que son fiel al "no me quito"
Hoy día cualquiera se cae, no es mito
Aquí no capeamos feka, eso está escrito
¿y pa' qué mentir, cabrones? (¿pa' qué?)
Si aquí cobramo' hasta por clavarno' putas, enrolar y prender blunt'es (you know it)
Los peines de nosotro' to'itos con extensione' (prr, prr)
Pa' matarte a ti y a to' el hace llamar tus conexione' (prrr; hol' up)
Hablan mierda 'e mí, pero a mí sin cojone'
(sin cojone' me tienes, cabrón)
Después que los mío' estén bien, por bicho me paso sus opinione'
En mi bando no permitimo' mamone'
Evítensen que los deje flotando en la playa 'e piñone'
Big honey (ey), tu puta tiene dos opciones:
Contigo andar a pie; conmigo de avión en avione' (you know it)
He visto como han mata'o a los patrone'
Y el más que se lo mamó, no lo ven y se las pone
A tu puta le doy sin gorro
Mi banda es al garete y no hablo de la de puertorro (wuh, wuh, wuh)
Yo no he da'o el boom y mira mi cuenta de ahorro (yeh)
Brillo más que la estrella que alumbra el morro
Tira'o pa' atrá', la cubana endiamanta', ey (la cubana endiamanta')
Los pinky ring y un flow que no le para a na' (no le para a na')
Mi respeto es de verdad
Empecé de abajo y ahora donde estoy, cabrón, veo to'a la ciudad (wuh, wuh, wuh, wuh; i'm done)
Miky woodz

chorus: post malone
I've been fuckin' 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)
Fuckin' with me, call up on a uzi
And show up, man, 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)

21 savage
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 (big snack)
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)

post malone & 21 savage
I've been fuckin' 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)
Fuckin' with me, call up on a uzi
And show up, man, 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)
Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
Rockstar
Rockstar, feel just like a–
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Feel just like a...
 
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Post Malone, born Austin Richard Post on July 4, 1995, is an American musician who has made a significant impact in the music industry. Growing up in Syracuse, New York, before moving to Grapevine, Texas, Post Malone discovered his passion for music at a young age.

Post Malone gained widespread recognition after the release of his hit single "White Iverson" on SoundCloud in February of 2015. The song quickly went viral and catapulted him into the spotlight. His unique blend of rap, singing, and guitar playing set him apart from other artists in the industry.

Post Malone's stage name was actually generated by a rap name generator. He explained in an interview with Noisey that he was struggling to come up with a name for himself, so he turned to a generator which suggested "Post Malone." The name stuck, and he has been known by it ever since.

Signed to Republic Records, Post Malone has released several successful albums and singles, including "Stoney" and "Beerbongs & Bentleys." He has collaborated with other artists such as Swae Lee, 21 Savage, and Ty Dolla $ign, further solidifying his place in the music world.

Post Malone's music is known for its catchy hooks, introspective lyrics, and genre-blending sound. He has garnered a large and dedicated fan base who appreciate his authenticity and raw talent.

With his unique style and undeniable talent, Post Malone continues to make a name for himself in the music industry. He has proven himself to be a versatile artist who is capable of producing hits in various genres. Post Malone's rise to fame is a testament to his hard work, dedication, and passion for music.