Chords for Post Malone – Rockstar (feat. 21 Savage)
Tempo:
79.6 bpm
Chords used:
Gm
A
Cm
C
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

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[Cm]
[Gm] I've been fucking hoes and popping pillies man I feel just like a rock star
rock star
chatas
tata
scar
Marsan
Hey
[Gm] I've been fucking hoes and popping pillies man I feel just like a rock star
rock star
chatas
tata
scar
Marsan
Hey
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Gm
A
Cm
C
Bb
Gm
A
Cm
[Cm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[Gm] _ _ _ I've been fucking hoes and popping pillies man I feel just like a rock star
All my brothers got that gas and they always be smoking like a rock star
_ _ Fucking with me call up on the Uzi and show up, name them the chatas
When my homies pull up on your block they make that thing go grrata tata
_ Switch my whip came back in black I'm starting saying recipes to burn scar
_ Close that door we blowing smoke.
She asked me light a fire like a Marsan
Back to full on stage probably leave my fucking soul in a cup Hey
Shit was legendary to a TV.
I don't know what I'm untouched cooking on the table.
Look don't give a damn
Don't you go finish a groupie?
She just trying to get in
Saying I'm with the bad _ _
Nazi acting out of pocket trying to grab up on my pants on their bitches in my trailer
Say they ain't got a man _ and they all brought a friend _ _ _
I've [C] been fucking hoes and popping pillies man.
I feel just [Gm] like a rock star
All my brothers got that gas and they always be smoking like a rock star
_ Fucking with me call up on the Uzi and show up, name them the chatas
_ When my homies pull up on your block they make that thing go grrata tata
_ I've been in the hills fucking [A] superstars feeling like [Gm] a pop star
Drinking hitting bad bitches jumping in the pool and I ain't got on no bra
Get up front of back pulling on the tracks and now she's screaming out.
No, ma
Hey, like savage why you got a 12 [B] car garage and you only got [Gm] six cars?
I'm with the cake and how you kiss that your wifey say I'm looking like a host that green honeys in my face
I got old racks LA bitches.
I was asking where the coke yet
They've been like a rock star smash out on a cop car sweeter in a pop tart.
You know, you are not hard
I didn't make the chart.
Remember I used to chop hard living like a rock star.
I'm living like a rock star
I've [Bb] been fucking hoes and popping pillies man.
I feel just like a [Gm] rock star
_ All my brothers got that guessing they always be smoking like a rock star
_ _ Fucking with me call upon the who's the insurer in the shot?
When my homies pull up on your god, they make that thing go grata tata
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_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [C] _
[A] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [A] _ [Ab] _
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[Gm] _ _ _ I've been fucking hoes and popping pillies man I feel just like a rock star
All my brothers got that gas and they always be smoking like a rock star
_ _ Fucking with me call up on the Uzi and show up, name them the chatas
When my homies pull up on your block they make that thing go grrata tata
_ Switch my whip came back in black I'm starting saying recipes to burn scar
_ Close that door we blowing smoke.
She asked me light a fire like a Marsan
Back to full on stage probably leave my fucking soul in a cup Hey
Shit was legendary to a TV.
I don't know what I'm untouched cooking on the table.
Look don't give a damn
Don't you go finish a groupie?
She just trying to get in
Saying I'm with the bad _ _
Nazi acting out of pocket trying to grab up on my pants on their bitches in my trailer
Say they ain't got a man _ and they all brought a friend _ _ _
I've [C] been fucking hoes and popping pillies man.
I feel just [Gm] like a rock star
All my brothers got that gas and they always be smoking like a rock star
_ Fucking with me call up on the Uzi and show up, name them the chatas
_ When my homies pull up on your block they make that thing go grrata tata
_ I've been in the hills fucking [A] superstars feeling like [Gm] a pop star
Drinking hitting bad bitches jumping in the pool and I ain't got on no bra
Get up front of back pulling on the tracks and now she's screaming out.
No, ma
Hey, like savage why you got a 12 [B] car garage and you only got [Gm] six cars?
I'm with the cake and how you kiss that your wifey say I'm looking like a host that green honeys in my face
I got old racks LA bitches.
I was asking where the coke yet
They've been like a rock star smash out on a cop car sweeter in a pop tart.
You know, you are not hard
I didn't make the chart.
Remember I used to chop hard living like a rock star.
I'm living like a rock star
I've [Bb] been fucking hoes and popping pillies man.
I feel just like a [Gm] rock star
_ All my brothers got that guessing they always be smoking like a rock star
_ _ Fucking with me call upon the who's the insurer in the shot?
When my homies pull up on your god, they make that thing go grata tata
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_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [C] _
[A] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [A] _ [Ab] _