Текст песни Ocean - Dylan Matthew
I've
been
fuckin'
hoes
and
poppin'
pillies
Man,
I
feel
just
like
a
rockstar
(ayy)
All
my
brothers
got
that
gas
And
they
always
be
smokin'
like
a
Rasta
(ah)
Fuckin'
with
me,
call
up
on
a
Uzi
And
show
up,
man,
name
them
the
shottas
(yeah)
When
my
homies
pull
up
on
your
block
They
make
that
thing
go
grrra-ta-ta-ta
Switching
whips,
I
pull
up
in
the
Mercedes
Or
the
Lambo
or
the
Mazda
(ayy)
I
cannot
contain
the
lyrical
abilities
Of
going
so
hard
(ayy)
Got
a
couple
people
telling
me
that
they
thinkin'
That
I'ma
go
far
(I'ma
go
far)
All
I
want
is
supermodels
in
the
back
of
6 or
7 black
cars,
cocaine
on
the
table
Liquor
pourin'
don't
give
a
damn
Dude,
your
girlfriend
is
a
groupie
she's
just
tryna'
get
in
Sayin':
"I'm
with
the
band"
(ayy,
ayy)
Now
she
actin'
outta
pocket
Tryna
grab
up
from
my
pants
Hundred
bitches
in
my
trailer
say
they
ain't
got
a
man
And
they
all
brought
a
friend
(ayy,
ayy)
I've
been
fuckin'
hoes
and
poppin'
pillies
Man,
I
feel
just
like
a
rockstar
(ayy)
All
my
brothers
got
that
gas
And
they
always
be
smokin'
like
a
Rasta
(ayy)
Fuckin'
with
me,
call
up
on
a
Uzi
And
show
up,
man,
name
them
the
shottas
(ayy)
When
my
homies
pull
up
on
your
block
They
make
that
thing
go
grrra-ta-ta-ta
(oh
yeah)
Pull
up
at
the
mall
and
they
surround
us
Man
I'm
feeling
like
a
popstar
(ayy)
If
I
want
your
girl,
all
I
gotta
do
is
just
Pull
up
with
my
guitar
(ooh)
Talking
shit
but
you
don't
even
know
me
That
shit
is
really
bizarre
(ayy,
ayy)
Didn't
even
know
you
dropped
this
on
me
'Cause
your
shit
ain't
on
my
radar
Okay,
what
time
is
it
now,
4:30
in
The
morning
but
the
music's
still
loud
Driving
90
down
the
freeway
The
windows
are
down
You
could
claim
that
you're
the
king
But
shit,
I
still
wear
the
crown
And
I
can
tell
you're
a
lazy
ass
artist
From
your
words
Everybody
wanna
be
famous
But
don't
put
in
the
work
I
been
practicing
all
night,
all
day
Found
a
girl
I
can
call
my
babe
Money's
up
man,
I'm
getting
paid
Girlies
in
my
DM's
Like
heyyy,
(haha),
oh
yeah
I've
been
fuckin'
hoes
and
poppin'
pillies
Man,
I
feel
just
like
a
rockstar
(ayy)
All
my
brothers
got
that
gas
And
they
always
be
smokin'
like
a
Rasta
(ayy,
ayy)
Fuckin'
with
me,
call
up
on
a
Uzi
And
show
up,
man,
name
them
the
shottas
(ayy,
ayy)
When
my
homies
pull
up
on
your
block
They
make
that
thing
go
grrra-ta-ta-ta.
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