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letra de 5 star (rockstar remix) - dxkr116

[intro: nicki minaj]
tunechi
barbie
young money

[chorus: post malone]
ayy, i’ve been f-ckin’ 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
f-ckin’ 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

[verse 1: nicki minaj]
young money
i been smokin’ gas, k!llin’ b-tches
man, i feel just like a gang-star
cover up my face like a ninja
in this alexander w-ng 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 n-gg-s let it bang off
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 alb-m 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 p-ssy though
pushed them out my p-ssy though
n-gg-s want my cookie though
’cause it taste like cookie dough
smoke, i got a free pack
flow sick, get a z-pack
n-gg-s 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, p-ssy, 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

[verse 2: 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 mas” (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-tches always askin’, where the c-ke 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

[chorus: post malone, lil wayne & (21 savage)]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i been
ayy, i’ve been f-ckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
man, i feel just like a rockstar (star) 5 star, yeah
ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas, oh, yeah
and they always be smokin’ like a rasta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), yeah
f-ckin’ with me, call up on a uzi
and show up, man them the shottas, oh, yeah
when my homies pull up on your block
they make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow), yeah

[bridge: lil wayne]
i just f-cked like five hoes in my mansion
got ’em feelin’ like they five star
your hoes throwin’ fits, my b-tches patient
man, i feel just like a doctor
pop some x for my exotic dancer
she start cryin’ and said her job hard
switch her whip out, put her in a mercedes
now she screamin’ rest in peace to honda

[verse 3: lil wayne]
cocaine on her navel, lick it so my tongue can go ham
put my face up in her p-ssy and my thumb in her -ss
make her do the jumpman, ayy
i put her face down in the pillow, ’bout to smother her -ss
a fly yellow bone to me, i told her to come get a tan
now she b-tter 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
sharpshooters 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 jack-ss 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’ ’round with bl–dy fangs
playin’ hunger games; mmm-yummy, man
and we storm the block like the thunder came
when my youngest came, that’s your mother’s name
hit the address, knockin’ down picture frames and other things
throwin’ up peace signs like stomach pains
sugarcane get took to spain
a kilo fell and it shook the plane
a n-gg- 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
he’ll book a bang
you don’t even know where to put the blame, that’s cold

[outro: lil wayne]
switch her whip out put her in a mercedes
now she screamin’ rest in peace to mazda
put her -ss up in a dumb mercedes
now she screamin’ rest in peace to smart car
switch her whip out with mercedes
now she screamin’ rest in peace to kia
switch her whip out put her in a mercedes
now she screamin’ rest in peace to uber
that’s some sick sh-t

- dxkr116

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