Biografia:
Austin Richard Post (Syracuse, Nova Iorque, 4 de julho de 1995), mais conhecido como Post Malone, é um rapper, compositor e produtor musical norte-americano. Ele ganhou reconhecimento em fevereiro de 2015, quando lançou seu single de estreia, "White Iverson". Em fevereiro de 2015, Post Malone postou sua música "White Iverson" em sua conta no SoundCloud. A música explodiu e deu bastante conhecimento para o rapper. Em 19 de julho de 2015, ele lançou um videoclipe para a música
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Outras músicas:
- Better Now
- Circles
- Congratulations
- Deja Vu
- Feeling Whitney
- Go Flex
- Goodbyes
- Goodbyes (feat. Young Thug)
- I Fall Apart
- I Fall Apart And Location
- Rockstar
- Stay
- Sunflower
- Sunflower Ft. Swae Lee
- White Iverson
- Whitney
- Sunflower (& Swae Lee)
- Ball For Me
- Big Lie
- Blame It On Me
- Boy Bandz
- Broken Whiskey Glass
- Candy Paint
- Cold
- Feel
- Hit This Hard
- Hollywood Dreams Come Down
- Holyfield
- Jonestown Interlude
- Leave
- Monte
- No Option
- Otherside
- Over Now
- Paranoid
- Patient
- Psycho
- Rich And Sad
- Spoil My Night
- Sugar Wraith
- Tears
- Too Young
- Up There
- Why Dont You Love Me
- Wow
- Yours Truly Austin Post
- Zack And Codeine
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[Intro]
Hahahahaha
Tank God Beats
[Chorus]
Gm
Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
F Eb
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Eb
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
Dm Gm
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta
Gm
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
F Eb
And show up, man them the shottas
Eb
When my homies pull up on your block
Dm Gm
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)
[Verse 1]
Gm
Ayy, ayy, switch my whip, came back in black
F Eb
I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott"
Eb
Ayy, close that door, we blowin' smoke
Dm Gm
She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison
Gm
Ayy, act a fool on stage
F Eb
Prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car
Eb
Ayy, shit was legendary
Dm Gm
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage
Gm
Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don't give a damn
Eb
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
Sayin', "I'm with the band"
Gm
Ayy, ayy, now she actin' outta pocket
Tryna grab up on my pants
Eb
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man
And they all brought a friend
Yeah, ayy
[Chorus]
Gm
Ayy, ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
F Eb
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Eb
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
Dm Gm
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta
Gm
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
F Eb
And show up, man them the shottas
Eb
When my homies pull up on your block
Dm Gm
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)
[Verse 2]
Gm
I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars
F Eb
Feelin' like a popstar (21, 21, 21)
Eb
Drankin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool
Dm Gm
And they ain't got on no bra (bra)
Gm
Hit her from the back, pullin' on her tracks
F Eb
And now she screamin' out, "No mas" (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Eb
They like, "Savage, why you got a 12 car garage
Dm Gm
And you only got 6 cars?" (21)
Gm
I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? (kiss that?)
F
Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack (big snack)
Eb
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)
Dm Gm
L.A. bitches always askin' "Where the coke at?"
Gm
Livin' like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard
Eb
I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard
Livin' like a rockstar, I'm livin' like a rockstar
[Chorus]
Gm
Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
F Eb
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Eb
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
Dm Gm
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Gm
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
F Eb
And show up, man them the shottas
Eb
When my homies pull up on your block
Dm Gm
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)
[Outro]
Gm
Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
Rockstar
Rockstar, feel just like a rock...
Eb
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Feel just like a...
Hahahahaha
Tank God Beats
[Chorus]
Gm
Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
F Eb
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Eb
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
Dm Gm
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta
Gm
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
F Eb
And show up, man them the shottas
Eb
When my homies pull up on your block
Dm Gm
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)
[Verse 1]
Gm
Ayy, ayy, switch my whip, came back in black
F Eb
I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott"
Eb
Ayy, close that door, we blowin' smoke
Dm Gm
She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison
Gm
Ayy, act a fool on stage
F Eb
Prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car
Eb
Ayy, shit was legendary
Dm Gm
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage
Gm
Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don't give a damn
Eb
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
Sayin', "I'm with the band"
Gm
Ayy, ayy, now she actin' outta pocket
Tryna grab up on my pants
Eb
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man
And they all brought a friend
Yeah, ayy
[Chorus]
Gm
Ayy, ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
F Eb
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Eb
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
Dm Gm
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta
Gm
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
F Eb
And show up, man them the shottas
Eb
When my homies pull up on your block
Dm Gm
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)
[Verse 2]
Gm
I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars
F Eb
Feelin' like a popstar (21, 21, 21)
Eb
Drankin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool
Dm Gm
And they ain't got on no bra (bra)
Gm
Hit her from the back, pullin' on her tracks
F Eb
And now she screamin' out, "No mas" (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Eb
They like, "Savage, why you got a 12 car garage
Dm Gm
And you only got 6 cars?" (21)
Gm
I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? (kiss that?)
F
Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack (big snack)
Eb
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)
Dm Gm
L.A. bitches always askin' "Where the coke at?"
Gm
Livin' like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard
Eb
I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard
Livin' like a rockstar, I'm livin' like a rockstar
[Chorus]
Gm
Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
F Eb
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Eb
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
Dm Gm
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Gm
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
F Eb
And show up, man them the shottas
Eb
When my homies pull up on your block
Dm Gm
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)
[Outro]
Gm
Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
Rockstar
Rockstar, feel just like a rock...
Eb
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Feel just like a...
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