Rockstar Post Malone

Rockstar

Post Malone

Austin

185
0:00 3:27
Stimmung Standard (E A D G B E)
Taktart 4/4
Tonart: Gm
Kapo:
Ohne Kapo
Schlagmuster 1

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Songtext

Cm
         Gm
Tank God Beats

[Chorus]
I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
                                Ebmaj7
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
All my brothers got that gas
                                       Gm
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
                                 Ebmaj7
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
                                   Gm
They make that thing go grrratatata

[Verse 1]
Switch my whip, came back in black
I'm startin' sayin',
                            Ebmaj7
"Rest in peace to Bon Scott"
Close that door, we blowin' smoke
                                         Gm
She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison
Act a fool on stage
                                         Ebmaj7
Prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car
Shit was legendary
                                        Gm
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage

[Pre-Chorus]
Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin',
don't give a damn
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie,
                     Ebmaj7
she just tryna get in
Sayin' "I'm with the band"
         Gm
Ayy, ayy,  now she actin' outta pocket
Tryna grab up on my pants
                                                      Ebmaj7
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man
And they all brought a friend
Yeah, ayy

[Chorus]
Gm
  I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
                                Ebmaj7
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
All my brothers got that gas
                                       Gm
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
                                 Ebmaj7
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
                                   Gm
They make that thing go grrratatata

[Verse 2]
I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars
                      Ebmaj7
Feelin' like a popstar
Drankin' Henny,
bad bitches jumpin' in the pool
                            Gm
And they ain't got on no bra
Hit her from the back,
pullin' on her tracks
                                   Ebmaj7
And now she screamin' out, "No mas"
They like "Savage,
why you got a 12 car garage
                         Gm
And you only got 6 cars?"

[Pre-Chorus]
I ain't with the cakin',
how you kiss that?
Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack
Ebmaj7
      Green hundreds in my safe,
I got old racks
L. A.
bitches always askin' "Where the coke at?"
Gm
Livin' like a rockstar,
smash out on a cop car
Sweeter than a PopTart,
you know you are not hard
Ebmaj7
I     done made the hot chart,
'member I used to trap hard
Livin' like a rockstar,
                          Gm
I'm livin' like a rockstar

[Chorus]
I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
                                Ebmaj7
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
All my brothers got that gas
                                       Gm
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
                                 Ebmaj7
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrratatata

[Outro]
Gm                     Ebmaj7
  Star, star, rockstar,      rockstar,
star
Rockstar
                          Gm
Rockstar, feel just like a  rock...
Rockstar
        Ebmaj7
Rockstar
Rockstar
                   Gm Ebmaj7
Feel just like a...

Takte

| Cm | - | - | - |
| Gm | - |

Tank God Beats

[Chorus]
         | Ebmaj7 | - |
| Gm | - | Ebmaj7 | - |
| Gm | - |

I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrratatata

[Verse 1]
         | Ebmaj7 | - |
| Gm | - | Ebmaj7 | - |
| Gm | - |

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

[Pre-Chorus]
         | Ebmaj7 | - |
| Gm | - | Ebmaj7 | - |

Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin',
don't give a damn
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie,
she just tryna get in
Sayin' "I'm with the band"
Ayy, ayy,  now she actin' outta pocket
Tryna grab up on my pants
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man
And they all brought a friend
Yeah, ayy

[Chorus]
| Gm | - | Ebmaj7 | - |
| Gm | - | Ebmaj7 | - |
| Gm | - |

I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrratatata

[Verse 2]
         | Ebmaj7 | - |
| Gm | - | Ebmaj7 | - |
| Gm | - |

I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars
Feelin' like a popstar
Drankin' Henny,
bad bitches jumpin' in the pool
And they ain't got on no bra
Hit her from the back,
pullin' on her tracks
And now she screamin' out, "No mas"
They like "Savage,
why you got a 12 car garage
And you only got 6 cars?"

[Pre-Chorus]
         | Ebmaj7 | - |
| Gm | - | Ebmaj7 | - |
| Gm | - |

I ain't with the cakin',
how you kiss that?
Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack
Green hundreds in my safe,
I got old racks
L. A.
bitches always askin' "Where the coke at?"
Livin' like a rockstar,
smash out on a cop car
Sweeter than a PopTart,
you know you are not hard
I     done made the hot chart,
'member I used to trap hard
Livin' like a rockstar,
I'm livin' like a rockstar

[Chorus]
         | Ebmaj7 | - |
| Gm | - | Ebmaj7 | - |

I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrratatata

[Outro]
| Gm | - | Ebmaj7 | - |
| Gm | - | Ebmaj7 | - |
| Gm | - | Ebmaj7 |

Star, star, rockstar,      rockstar,
star
Rockstar
Rockstar, feel just like a  rock...
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Feel just like a...

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