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'Rockstar' - DaBaby feat. Roddy Ricch ()

Lirik dan Chord Lagu Hip Hop/Rap 'Rockstar' - DaBaby feat. Roddy Ricch

Sienty Ayu Monica - Rabu, 6 Mei 2020 | 17:15 WIB

Sonora.ID - Berikut ini lirik lagu dan chord gitar lagu 'Rockstar' milik Rapper DaBaby feat. Roddy Ricch yang dirilis pada April 2020.

[Intro: DaBaby]

G#m  B    F#   E

       Woo, woo

G#m B

Woo,   woo

       F# E

I pull up like

G#m        B                                F#  E

   How you pull up, Baby? How you pull up? (Oh, oh, oh)

            G#m B   F#             E

How you pull up?   I pull up (Woo, Seth in the kitchen)

[Chorus: DaBaby]

        G#m

Let's go

B                             F#

Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car

         E                           G#m

With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

         B                     F#

Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?

E                                   G#m

This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (Woo)

   B                                 F#

My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (Woo)

    E                            G#m

You better let me go the day you need me (Woo)

            B                           F#

Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin' (Woo)

    E                             G#m

And if I ain't enough, go get the chop

[Verse 1: DaBaby]

                   B                                F#

It's safe to say I earned it, ain't a nigga gave me nothin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

             E                          G#m

I'm ready to hop out on a nigga, get to bustin'

                            B                                      F#

Know you heard me say, "You play, you lay," don't make me push the button

                      E                                 G#m

Full of pain, dropped enough tears to fill up a fuckin' bucket

                              B

Goin' for buckets, I bought a chopper

                            F#

I got a big drum, it hold a hundred, ain't goin' for nothin'

             E                                             G#m

I'm ready to air it out on all these niggas, I can see 'em runnin'

                                      B                                      F#

Just talked to my mama, she hit me on FaceTime just to check up on me and my brother

                                       E                                             G#m

I'm really the baby, she know that her youngest son was always guaranteed to get the money

(Okay, let's go)

                  B                                         F#

She know that her baby boy was always guaranteed to get the loot

                                     E                                      G#m

She know what I do, she know 'fore I run from a nigga, I'ma pull it out and shoot (Boom)

                 B                                       F#

PTSD, I'm always waking up in cold sweats like I got the flu

                            E                                              G#m

My daughter a G, she saw me kill a nigga in front of her before the age of two

                            B

And I'll kill another nigga too

 F#                                       E

'Fore I let another nigga do somethin' to you

G#m                    B

Long as you know that, don't let nobody tell you different

      F#                    E

Daddy love you (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: DaBaby & Roddy Ricch]

        G#m

Let's go

B                             F#

Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car

         E                           G#m

With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

         B                     F#

Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?

E                                   G#m

This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (Woo)

   B                                 F#

My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (Woo)

    E                            G#m

You better let me go the day you need me (Woo)

            B                           F#

Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin' (Woo)

    E                             G#m

And if I ain't enough, go get the chop

[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch]

       B                            F#

Keep a Glocky when I ride in the Suburban

           E                         G#m

'Cause the codeine had a young nigga swervin'

          B                             F#

I got the mop, watch me wash 'em like detergent

              E                                 G#m

And I'm ballin', that's why it's diamonds on my jersey

                        B                              F#

Slide on opps' side and flip the block back, yeah, yeah

                         E                           G#m

My junior popped him and left him lopsided, yeah, yeah

                           B

We spin his block, got the rebound, Dennis Rodman

F#                          E

Fool me one time, you can't cross me again

       G#m                       B

Twelve hundred horsepower, I get lost in the wind

      F#                            E

If he talkin' on the yard, the pen' dogs'll take his chin

  G#m       B

Maybach SUV for my refugees

    F#                      E

Buy blocks in the hood, put money in the streets

      G#m                          B

I was solo when the opps caught me at the gas station

       F#                                 E

Had it on me, thirty thousand, thought it was my last day

    G#m                     B

But they ain't even want no smoke

            F#                         E

If I had to choose it, murder what she wrote

[Chorus: DaBaby]

        G#m

Let's go

B                             F#

Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car

         E                           G#m

With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

         B                     F#

Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?

E                                   G#m

This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (Woo)

   B                                 F#

My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (Woo)

    E                            G#m

You better let me go the day you need me (Woo)

            B                           F#

Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin' (Woo)

    E                             G#m

And if I ain't enough, go get the chop