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I'm tryna put you in
G the worst mood, ah.
P1
C cleaner than your church shoes, ah.
Lele point 2 just
Em to hurt you, ah.
Bm All red lamb just
Am to tease you, ah.
None of these toys
Em only stool, ah.
Am Made your whole year and a week too,
F yeah.
Main bitch outta your
Dm loop too, ah.
Am Side bitch outta your loop too, ah.
Hustle once we need
G a son of peace.
20 racks of tablecloth
Am from Albany.
F Cut that iron into
B 20 pieces.
And she clean up with her face when
Am I'm on my baby.
We talkin' money, need
Em a hearing aid.
Am If you talkin' bout me, I don't stay
F ashamed.
Switch out my side like
B zucchini leaf, ah.
Put you in my cup, I
Am can't let any pain.
Ah, ah, ah,
G ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Then
F I put you down.
Ah,
G ah, ah, ah,
Em ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
I'm
Am a mother fuckin' star, boy.
Ah, ah, ah, ah,
Em ah, ah,
G ah, ah, ah,
F _ .
ah.
_
G _ _ I'm a
Am mother fuckin' star, boy.
E Every day a nigga try to
G test me, ah.
Every day a nigga try
F to end me, ah.
Pull up in that Rolls-Royce
G SVI.
Bm Talkin' over weight, gettin'
Am hefty, ah.
Comin' for the king, that's a far cry, ah.
I come alive in the part
F-time, ah.
The competition, I
B don't wanna listen.
I'm in the
Am blue, move some, bump a new edition.
Hustle once we need a
G son of peace.
20 racks of tablecloth from
Am Albany.
Cut that iron into
Bm 20 pieces.
Then she clean up with her face, man,
Am I love my babe.
Me talkin' money need to
Em hear a nade.
If you talkin' bout me, I don't
F see your shade.
Put you on my side like
B Danny Lane.
Put you in my
Am cup, I kill any pain.
Ah, ah,
Em ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Feel
F like what you got.
Ah,
Em ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,
Am ah.
I'm a mother fuckin' star, boy.
Ah, ah, ah, ah,
Em ah, _
G ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Feel
F like what you got.
_ _
G _ _ I'm a
Am mother fuckin' star, boy.
Let a nigga
G practice, legend of the
C fall, took the year like a
F bandit.
Popped on my upgrade and a brand new
G wagon Now she hit the
B grocery shop like a
Am lavish.
Star Trek roof and the
D Wraith of
G Khan Girls get
C loose when they hear this
F song.
100 on the dash, get me close to
G God We don't pray for love, we just pray for
Am God.
A House so empty, need a
G centerpiece
C 20 racks of tablecloth from
F Ebony.
Cut that iron to
G skinny pieces Then she
Bm clean up with her face when I
Am love my baby.
You talking money, need a
G hearing aid
C You talking bout me, I don't
F see the shade.
Switch up my style like Tick
G and Elaine Switch up my
Am code if I kill any pain.
_ _
Em _ _ You
F like what you got.
_ _
Em _ _ I'm a
Am motherfucking cyborg.
_
G You _ _
F like what you got.
_ _ _
G _ _ I'm a
Am motherfucking cyborg.
_ _
G _ _ You
F like what you got.
_ _
G _ _ I'm a
Am motherfucking cyborg.
_ _
Em _ _ You
F like what you got.
_ _ _
G _ _ I'm a
Am motherfucking
D cyborg _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .