🎵 rockstar (Megamix) // by Finny Music

4 Contributors rockstar (Megamix) Lyrics This is the twenty-fifth megamix by FinnyFromFlickr. This mashup song features a whooping 13 artists mixed from the original to the remixes of “Rockstar.” [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 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, 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 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) [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, 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 shit, 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 bitch gotta have lockjaw Ain't no retirin', bitch 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 bitch like water Man, my shit 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 shit 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 fuckin' 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 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) [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 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) [Verse 5: 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 [Chorus: Post Malone; Lil Wayne] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 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) [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 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) [Verse 7: Nino Man] Shorty tried to say I'm innocent GS said no that nigga 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 shit 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 bitches 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 nigga you can get robbed These niggas young and stupid They don't think before they do shit Poppin' pills, sippin' fluid with a nine in they hand Fresh outta the can (haha, ay) [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, 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 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 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. 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) [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, 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 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) [Verse 11: Lil Wayne] 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 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 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 [Chorus: Post Malone & Dylan Matthew; Lil Wayne] I've been fuckin' 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) 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) [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 shit but you don't even know me That shit is really bizare Didn't even know you dropped a song Cuz your shit 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 shit, 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 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, hey) Fuckin' 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, shit, 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 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, 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... 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