rockstar piano chords by Post Malone

rockstar

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Piano chords and lyrics for rockstar by Post Malone

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INTRO

Hahahahaha Tank God Ayy, ayy

CHORUS

I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies,

man, I feel just like a rockstar (ayy, ayy)

All my brothers got that gas and they always be smokin' like a Rasta

Fuckin' with me, call up on a

Uzi and show up, man, them the shottas

When my homies pull up on your block, they make that thing go grata-ta-ta

Switch my whip, came back in black,

VERSE

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, I know and know it,

I'm untouched Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don't give a damn

PRE-CHORUS

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

CHORUS

ayy, ayy) I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies,

man, I feel just like a rockstar (ayy, ayy)

All my brothers got that gas and they always be smokin' like a Rasta

Fuckin' with me, call up on a

Uzi and show up, man, them the shottas

When my homies pull up on your block, they make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow,

VERSE

pow, pow) I've been in the hills fuckin' superstars,

Feelin' like a pop star

Drinking in the bed,

bitches jumpin' in the pool and they ain't got on no bra bra

Hit her from the back,

pullin' on her tracks and now she screamin' out no más!" (yeah, yeah, yeah)

They like Savage

why you got a twelve car garage and you only got six cars. (21)

I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that.

(kiss that?) Your wifey

say

I'm lookin' like a whole snack (big snack)

Green hundreds in my safe,

I got old racks old racks.

LA bitches always askin' where the coke at. (21, 21)

BRIDGE

Livin' like a rockstar,

smash out on a cop car.

Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard.

I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard.

Livin' like a rockstar,

I'm livin' like a rockstar (ayy)

CHORUS

I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies,

man, I feel just like a rockstar (ayy, ayy)

All my brothers got that gas and they always be smokin' like a Rasta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Fuckin' with me,

call up on a

Uzi and show up, man, them the

shottas

When my homies pull up on your block,

they make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta,

grrra-ta-ta-ta-ta) Star, star

OUTRO

Rockstar,

rockstar, star rockstar, you just like a rockstar,

rockstar, rockstar,

Feel just like

a

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