Rockstar

Am
I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' 
pillies
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Man, I feel just like a rockstar
F
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin' like a 
   Am
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
They make that thing go 
            Am
rrra-ta-tap-ta

[Verse 1]
Am
Switch my whip, came back in black
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I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace
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 to Bon Scott"
F
Close that door, we blowin' smoke
She ask me light a fire like I'm 
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Morrison
Am
Act a fool on stage
                            G      
I prolly leave my fuckin' show in a
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 cop car
F
Shit was legendary
Threw a TV out the window of the 
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Montage

Am
Cocaine on the table, liquor 
pourin', don't give a damn
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, 
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she just tryna get in
                           G Am
Sayin', "I'm with the band"
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Now she actin' outta pocket
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Tryna grab up from my pants
Hundred bitches in my trailer say 
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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           
And they always be smokin' like a 
    Am
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     
They make that thing go 
             Am
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
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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
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When you only got 6 cars?"
Am
I ain't with the cakin', how you 
kiss that?
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Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a 
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whole snack
F
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old
 racks
L.A. bitches always askin' where the
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 coke at
                                  G
Livin' like a rockstar, smash out 
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on a cop car
                    G            
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know 
              F
you are not hard
F
I done made the hot chart, 'member I
 used to trap hard
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Livin' like a rockstar, I'm livin'
              Am
 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           
And they always be smokin' like a 
    Am
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
They make that thing go 
            Am
rrra-ta-tap-ta