Tommy Lee (feat. Post Malone) - Tommy Lee Remix

Lyrics

Oh, shit, I'm just workin' in the studio
 Ah, okay
 You miss me
 Papa
 Callin' me Papa
 I want you, Papa
 Alright, I'll call you right back (You always talkin' about it)
 You always talkin' about it
 You never makin' no profit, uh
 I treat my hoes like a option
 If she talkin' and get out of pocket, ooh
 I'm livin' life like a rockstar
 Pullin' up, stretch limousines
 To look at me, that cost a fee
 The double C's all on my feet
 You always talkin' about it, yeah
 You always talkin' about it
 You say that you rappin' in private, yeah
 But I see that you cap about it
 Livin' life like a rockstar
 Pullin' up, stretch limousines
 To look at me, that cost a fee
 Them double C's all on my feet
 I changed my color to Nipsey blue
 Your racks, it get small, that shit pitiful
 If you tryna get so physical
 That .45 will make you invisible
 I'm livin' my life like a criminal
 I call this shit first 48
 I been quiet, there's no one to blame, yeah
 My lawyer said we beat the case
 I'm livin' my life, celebration
 I'm thankin' the Lord, I got patience
 I'm lovin' the way that she take it
 I bend it, I fold it, I flip it
 She bringin' it back just to prove it
 I'm givin' her work just to move it, yeah
 I'm livin' the life that I'm choosin', yeah
 I'm gettin' these racks, gettin' stupid, yeah
 You always talkin' about it
 You never makin' no profit, uh
 I treat my hoes like a option
 If she talkin' and get out of pocket, ooh
 I'm livin' life like a rockstar
 Pullin' up, stretch limousines
 To look at me, that cost a fee
 The double C's all on my feet
 You always talkin' about it, yeah
 You always talkin' about it
 You say that you rappin' in private, yeah
 But I see that you cap about it
 Livin' life like a rockstar
 Pullin' up, stretch limousines
 To look at me, that cost a fee
 Them double C's all on my feet
 Pull up with the drum like I'm Tommy Lee
 Yaweh got a stick, came to rock with me
 Milli' on wrist, ain't no rocks on me
 I'm pretty as fuck, wanna copy me
 I heard you was mad 'cause I'm poppin' as shit
 I'm poppin' the 'pagne and I'm poppin' that bitch
 I hop out a plane and went straight to the whip
 I know they can see, I think that's pretty cool if you askin' me
 Bugatti, no body roll, curtains in back of the candy Rolls
 I love when my lawyer calls, I hate when I run out of smoke
 Pull up to the party, oh, and we like to party, oh
 I finish the bottle, dawg, get this bitch jumpin', no Mario
 You always talkin' about it
 You never makin' no profit, uh
 I treat my hoes like a option
 If she talkin' and get out of pocket, ooh
 I'm livin' life like a rockstar
 Pullin' up, stretch limousines
 To look at me, that cost a fee
 The double C's all on my feet
 You always talkin' about it, yeah
 You always talkin' about it
 You say that you rappin' in private, yeah
 But I see that you cap about it
 Livin' life like a rockstar
 Pullin' up, stretch limousines
 To look at me, that cost a fee
 Them double C's all on my feet
 Pull up with the drum like I'm Tommy Lee
 Yaweh got a stick, came to rock with me
 Milli' on wrist, ain't no rocks on me
 I'm pretty as fuck, wanna copy me
 Pull up with the drum like I'm Tommy Lee
 Yaweh got a stick, came to rock with me
 Pull up with the drum like I'm Tommy Lee
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:51
Key
10
Tempo
119 BPM

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