SuperStar Chords by Ja Rule
- Key: Ebm
- BPM: 140
- Capo: no capo
TEMPO FORTE
SUPERSTAR ACORDES
[Start] [Intro] Dm Gm Dsus4 Gm Dm ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ [Chorus] Bbm Here's a toast to living my life like a superstar Ebm Party all through the night just like a rock star Bbm Girl when we make love it's like a porn star Ebm And whenever I ball bitch I'm an allstar Bbm I'm a superstar superstar superstar Ebm Bbm Ebm I'm a superstar superstar superstar Bbm I'm on my stairway to Heaven dear heavenly Father [Verse] Ebm Bbm God had on no Gucci guessing cause Devil wears Prada Bbm You know don't let my bitch get money Ebm Bbm I know you want get it still you can't take nothing from me Bbm A nigga living comfy hoes imported from London Ebm Bbm Half white half good loving packages shipped to the Runners Bbm He be straight from Cuba life is a mo'fucker Ebm Until you finally fuck her found out you shouldn'ta trust her Bbm The lifestyle of a hustler blow money fast fuck 'em Ebm Bbm Throw it up in the air make it all back before sun up Ebm Bbm Ebm Every bitch is a come up no matter who you ■ are [Chorus] Bbm Ebm Bbm Here's a toast to the trap stars biatch Ebm Bbm Ebm Bbm Ebm I'm on my stairway to Heaven dear heavenly Father ■ [Verse] Bbm Ebm Bbm ■ The devil told me not even Heaven's better than stardom Bbm Got 'em fucking applauding had me fooled for a moment Ebm Bbm Like so many others them cameras done turned into photos Bbm I seem them flashing lights but really what's the fucking motive Ebm Bbm Been motivated all my life couldn't wait for this moment Bbm Big house out by the water maybe I came with the chauffeur Ebm Now I said like twelve summers Bbm We straight from the Bahamas got me spending like Ebm Bbm These boys go somewhere where we got options Ebm Bbm Ebm But once I get there I start to ■ notice my biggest problem [Chorus] Bbm Ebm Bbm Ebm Bbm How am I so alone when I'm ■ so surrounded ■ Ebm Bbm Ebm Bbm Still on my stairway to Heaven dear heavenly Father [Verse] Ebm Bbm This devil wore a blue dress: Angelina Madonna Bbm Fame monster no relation to Gaga Ebm Bitch got a lot of problems money ain't one of 'em promise Bbm Graduated with honors she don't drink she don't light up Ebm Bbm We're heavy on that powder now every night is young Bbm Red murcileago who the fuck gon' stop her Ebm Bbm She's been racing towards an early grave and guess who's the driver Bbm She thought she'd live forever Ebm Bbm Like so many stars whose souls we captured on cameras Bbm I need my privacy said it Ebm Here's a toast to living my life man [Chorus] Bbm Ebm Bbm Ebm Bbm Ebm Bbm Ebm ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ Bbm Ebm Bbm Ebm Bbm Ebm ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ [Outro] Bbm Ebm Bbm Ebm ■ ■ ■ ■ [End]