Date 2020-07-10
Category Foreign Music, Lyrics, Music Video, New Music
Watch the video, stream, buy, listen, mp3 download, read the lyrics to the remix of Tyla Yaweh’s “Tommy Lee” song featuring Post Malone. The song was produced by Tommy Lee & Dylan Lee.
Tyla Yaweh & Tommy Lee Tommy Lee (remix)
The initial release of “Tommy Lee” by Tyla Yaweh and Post Malone sounded like a pop smash, bringing both forces together following Tyla’s signing to Post’s manager. The new remix, which includes instrumentation from Tommy Lee himself, turns the song into a rock hit.
The legendary Tommy Lee has officially given his blessing to up-and-comer Tyla Yaweh, hopping on the song titled after his namesake. He brings a new punch to “Tommy Lee,” providing hard drumming and electric guitar-based production for the pair of rappers to work magic over.
“I’m excited to be releasing records with my idols,” said Tyla about the new remix. “I first had Billie Joe Armstrong clear a sample for me and hop in my last video with Wiz Khalifa. Now I’ve got a legendary track with this badass Rockstar Tommy Lee and my brother Post Malone. This track is so special to me!!! I also got Travis Barker on my album, so it’s like Rockstar shit everywhere on RAGER BØY!!!”
Tyla Yaweh & Tommy Lee – Tommy Lee (Remix) (ft. Post Malone) (prod. Tommy Lee & Dylan Lee)
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Lyrics
[Intro: Tyla Yaweh]
Ah, shit, I’m just workin’ in the studio
Ah, okay
You miss me?
Papa
Callin’ me “Papa”?
I want you, Papa
Aight (You always talking about it), I’ll call you right back
[Chorus: Tyla Yaweh]
You always talkin’ about it, uh
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
Them 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
[Verse 1: Tyla Yaweh]
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
[Chorus: Tyla Yaweh]
You always talkin’ about it, uh
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
Them 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
[Verse 2: Post Malone]
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 (Rocks on me, rocks on me)
I heard you was mad ’cause I’m poppin’ as shit (Wow, wow)
I’m poppin’ the ‘pagne and I’m poppin’ that bitch (Wow, ooh, damn)
I hop out a plane and went straight to the whip (Ooh)
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
[Chorus: Tyla Yaweh]
You always talkin’ about it, uh
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
Them 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
[Outro: Post Malone]
Pull up with the drum like I’m Tommy Lee (Still shit so)
Yaweh got a stick, came to rock with me (Hard, cigarettes)
Milli’ on wrist, ain’t no rocks on me (Cars, bedroom)
I’m pretty as fuck, wanna copy me (Star, rocks on me)
Please don’t save my life, oh
Pull up with the drum like I’m Tommy Lee (Pew, pew, pew)
Yaweh got a stick, came to rock with me (Pew, pew, pew)
Pull up with the drum like I’m Tommy Lee (Pew, pew, pew)
