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Starboy ft. Daft Punk chords by The Weeknd

Starboy ft. Daft Punk

Chords and lyrics for Starboy ft. Daft Punk by The Weeknd

| G# |

| C#m |

| G G# |

| D#7 |

VERSE

I'm tryna put you in the worst mood

ah

P1 cleaner than your church shoes

ah Milli point two

just to hurt you ah

All red Lamb'

just to tease you ah

None of these toys on lease

too, ah

Made your whole year in a week

too, yah

Main bitch out your league

too, ah

Side bitch out of your league

too, ah

House so empty, need a centerpiece

20 racks a table cut from

Ebony

Cut that ivory into skinny pieces

Then she clean it with her face

man I love my baby

You talking money,

need a hearing aid

You talking bout me,

I don't see the shade

Switch up my style, I take any lane

I

Switch up my cup,

I kill any pain

CHORUS

Look what you've done

I'm a motherfuckin' starboy

Look what you've done

| G |

VERSE

Every day a nigga try to test me,

ah

Every day a nigga try to end me,

ah

Pull off in that

Roadster SV,

ah

Pockets overweight,

gettin' hefty, ah

Coming for the king,

that's a far cry ah I come alive in the fall time, I

No competition,

I don't really listen

I'm in the blue Mulsanne

bumping new edition

House so empty, need a centerpiece

20 racks a table cut from

Ebony

Cut that ivory into skinny pieces

Then she clean it with her face

man I love my baby

You talking money,

need a hearing aid

You talking bout me,

I don't see the shade

Switch up my style, I take any lane

I

Switch up my cup,

I kill any pain

CHORUS

Look what you've done

I'm a motherfuckin' starboy

Look what you've done

I'm a motherfuckin' starboy

| G |

VERSE

Let a nigga brag

Pitt legend of the fall, took the year like a bandit.

Bought mama a crib and a brand new wagon,

now she hit the grocery shop looking lavish.

Star Trek roof

in that wraith of

Khan, girls get loose

when they hear this song.

100 on the dash,

get me close to

God, we don't pray for love,

we just pray for cars.

House so empty, need a centerpiece

20 racks a table cut from

Ebony

Cut that ivory into skinny pieces

Then she clean it with her face

man I love my baby

You talking money,

need a hearing aid

You talking 'bout me,

I don't see the shade

Switch up my style, I take any lane

I

Switch up my cup,

I kill any pain

CHORUS

Look what you've done

I'm a motherfuckin' starboy

Look what you've done

I'm a motherfuckin' starboy

Look what you've done

I'm a motherfuckin' starboy

Look what you've done

| G | Am | G | F |

I'm a motherfuckin' starboy

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