Ima F*ckin Rockstar chords by Onyx

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Verse 1
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Some
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body should've told him,
Em 
go fuck a rock star
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Em 
Slamboi's the be st
We keep it 100 real, official how we deal
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Em 
We could bang pistols all night if it feel
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Em 
Reclining in a black GT,
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Em 
they hate to see me shinin'
The block started with Rockstar,
we D -B -9in' World in the streets,
we murder the beats
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However, niggas want it like Sola,
so sung it
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Em 
I'm blastin' an ass to Martin,
past the margin
Blowin' lights down 34th Street,
past the garden
Cash over bitches,
reputation never smilin' pictures
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Niggas pullin' triggers
till your body droppin' shivers
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For six digits, niggas can get it
Put a price on your head,
like a New York fitted
To get rich, we all scramble for dollars
Y 'all niggas don't know his style,
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his only thing's sweet
Em 
The candy painted in  powder
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Em 
Nobody bet ter than him
Pull up to the club, they let him in
I'm fuckin' with a veteran
Somebody shoulda told him,
I'm a fuckin' rockstar
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Somebody shoulda told him,
I'm a fuckin' rockstar
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Somebody shoulda told him, I'm
Em 
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a fuckin' rockstar
Em 
Somebody shoulda told
him, I'm a fuckin'
Somebody shoulda told him, I'm
a fuckin' rockstar
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Somebody shoulda told him,
I'm a fuckin' rockstar
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Somebody shoulda told him,
a fuckin' rockstar
Em 
Somebody should've told him,
I'm a fuckin' rock star
I mean, somebody should've told him
Flyin' up the float with
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They talkin' top ten,
I'm just linin' up a slogan
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Em 
Product of the bald heads,
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like I'm a product of the glowin'
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They interview my fans,
like, ridin' like you know him
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My 999s is out the library
from the holders
Couldn't talk fly,
they try and find them and unload them
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Built beside the peddlers,
Em 
meaning I'm still beside the peddlers
Shit, I just codified me, kept it goin'
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I learned how to get on my murder,
Em 
whoever drops from
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When the slam boys was whippin'
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they burners out on the box
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Like murder whoever drops
Em 
This rap shit sound like a arms race
My catalogue louder than Kanye
These bitches still run up in droves
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I mean you come to the show
Young in the front row
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sound like a porn tape
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Em 
I rap like there's wind and
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drought on all sides
Em 
And I'm giving out all fives
I bet that you all abide cause
Somebody should've told him
I'm a fuckin' rock star
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Somebody should've told him
I'm a fuckin' rock star
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Somebody should've told him
Em 
I'm a fuckin' rock star
Somebody should've told him
I'm a fuckin' rock star
C 
Somebody shoulda told him,
I'm a fuckin' rockstar
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Somebody shoulda told him,
Em 
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I'm a   fuckin' rockstar
Em 
Somebody shoulda told him,
I'm a fuckin'
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Em 
The Slam Boyz are back
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Em 
The Slam Boyz are back
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You
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