Chords for Post Malone - Rockstar (ft. 21 Savage) [Bass Boosted]
Tempo:
110.65 bpm
Chords used:
Gm
Eb
Bb
G
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[C] [Cm]
[Gm]
I've been fucking hoes and popping pillies, man, I feel just like a rock star.
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 Satars.
they make that thing go grata-ta-ta.
Ay.
acting out of pocket, trying to grab up on my pants.
[Gm]
I've been fucking hoes and popping pillies, man, I feel just like a rock star.
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 Satars.
they make that thing go grata-ta-ta.
Ay.
acting out of pocket, trying to grab up on my pants.
100% ➙ 111BPM
Gm
Eb
Bb
G
C
Gm
Eb
Bb
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_ _ 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 Satars.
_ _ When my homies pull up on your block, they make that thing go grata-ta-ta. _ _ _ _
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Ay.
Ay.
Ay.
_ Ay.
Nazi acting out of pocket, trying to grab up on my pants.
All them bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man.
_ And they all brought a friend.
_ Yeah.
Ay. _ _ _
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 Satars. _ _
When my homies pull up on your block, they make that thing go grata-ta-ta.
_ _ I've been in the hills fucking superstars, [A] feeling like a pop star.
_ _ Drinking Henny, bad bitches jumping in the pool and I ain't got on no bra. _
_ Get up front and back, pulling on the tracks and now she's screaming out, no ma.
_ They like, Savage, why you got a 12 car garage and you only got six cars?
I ain't with the cake and how you kiss that.
Your wifey say I'm looking like a hoestack.
Green Hunnids in my safe, I got old racks.
LA bitches always asking where the coke at.
Living like a rock star, smash out on a cop car.
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know [Eb] you are not hard.
I done made the i-chart, remember I used to chop [Gm] hard.
Living like a rock star, I'm living like a rock star.
_ _ [Bb] I've been fucking hoes and popping pillies, man I feel just like a [Gm] rock star. _ _ _
Brothers got that gas and they always be smoking like a rock star.
_ _ Fucking when we call up on the Uzi and show up, name them the Satars.
_ _ When my homies pull up on your block, they make that thing [D] go grata-ta-ta.
[Gm] _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _
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Rock _ _ [Gm] star, _ rock star, rock star, rock star, rock _ [G] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ star.
[Em] _ _
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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 Satars.
_ _ When my homies pull up on your block, they make that thing go grata-ta-ta. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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Ay.
Ay.
Ay.
_ Ay.
Nazi acting out of pocket, trying to grab up on my pants.
All them bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man.
_ And they all brought a friend.
_ Yeah.
Ay. _ _ _
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 Satars. _ _
When my homies pull up on your block, they make that thing go grata-ta-ta.
_ _ I've been in the hills fucking superstars, [A] feeling like a pop star.
_ _ Drinking Henny, bad bitches jumping in the pool and I ain't got on no bra. _
_ Get up front and back, pulling on the tracks and now she's screaming out, no ma.
_ They like, Savage, why you got a 12 car garage and you only got six cars?
I ain't with the cake and how you kiss that.
Your wifey say I'm looking like a hoestack.
Green Hunnids in my safe, I got old racks.
LA bitches always asking where the coke at.
Living like a rock star, smash out on a cop car.
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know [Eb] you are not hard.
I done made the i-chart, remember I used to chop [Gm] hard.
Living like a rock star, I'm living like a rock star.
_ _ [Bb] I've been fucking hoes and popping pillies, man I feel just like a [Gm] rock star. _ _ _
Brothers got that gas and they always be smoking like a rock star.
_ _ Fucking when we call up on the Uzi and show up, name them the Satars.
_ _ When my homies pull up on your block, they make that thing [D] go grata-ta-ta.
[Gm] _ _ _
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[Eb] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _
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Rock _ _ [Gm] star, _ rock star, rock star, rock star, rock _ [G] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ star.
[Em] _ _