Starboy chords

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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 _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .