Rockstar
Sofia Karlberg
Am
(início)
Am I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies F Man, I feel just like a rockstar F All my brothers got that gas Am And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Am Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi F And show up, now them the shottas F When my homies pull up on your block Am They make that thing go rrra-ta-tap-ta
Verse 1
Am Switch my whip, came back in black G F I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott" F Close that door, we blowin' smoke Am She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison Am Act a fool on stage G F I prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car F Shit was legendary Am Threw a TV out the window of the Montage Am Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don't give a damn G F Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in G Am Sayin', "I'm with the band" Am Now she actin' outta pocket Am Tryna grab up from my pants G F Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man G Am And they all brought a friend
Chorus
Am Oh, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies G F Man, I feel just like a rockstar F All my brothers got that gas G Am And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Am Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi G F And show up, now them the shottas F When my homies pull up on your block G Am They make that thing go rrra-ta-tap-ta
Verse 2
Am I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars G F Feelin' like a pop star F Drankin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool Am And they ain't got on no bra Am Hit her from the back, pullin' on her tracks G F And now she screamin' out, "no more" F They like, "Savage, why you got a 12 car garage Am When you only got 6 cars?" Am I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? G F Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack F Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks Am L.A. bitches always askin' where the coke at G Am Livin' like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car G F Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard F I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard F Am Livin' like a rockstar, I'm livin' like a rockstar
Chorus
Am Oh, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies G F Man, I feel just like a rockstar F Oh all my brothers got that gas G Am And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Am Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi G F And show up, now with them shottas F When my homies pull up on your block Am They make that thing go rrra-ta-tap-ta
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