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conversations.value: Write me a song called ​rockstar (Original Version) with the following description: Featuring T-Pain and Joey Bada$$, this version of Post Malone’s hit song, “rockstar,” was leaked on December 27, 2017, by Music Mafia. The track features verses from Joey and T-Pain in place of 21, as well as a slightly different intro and instrumental piano.
  Though Music Mafia released this under the guise of it being a remix, this is actually the original version of the song according to T-Pain. Joey also tweeted that he co-wrote “rockstar” with Post, and Post has said before that Joey wrote a verse when the track was being created. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Post Malone]
  Ayy, ayyy
  Hahahahaha
  Tank God
  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, 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 (Pizzle)
  I just did like twenty shots and now I'm standin' on top of a cop car (Hey, hey, ayy)
  She been givin' me head for twenty minutes, man, this bitch gotta have lockjaw (Yeah, yeah, hey, ayy, woo, woo)
  Ain't no retirin', bitch I'm firin' out the car, let the Glock off (Hey, hoo)
  And it's a job, take the car to the karate shop and chop that bitch like water (Hey, ayy, hey, ayy)
  Man, my shit been going back-to-back, grrra-ta-ta-ta, just like a choppa (Ayy, oh, hey, ayy)
  Police pull up behind me, ain't no time to go and hide it, throw the rock far (Yeah, hey, yeah)
  Valuable (Yeah, oh, oh, oh yeah), for twenty minutes, oh man, my shit is 'bout as swole as a gold bond (Hey, oh, hey, hey, ayy)
  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, 
  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 3: 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]
  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)