Secrets Acordes

por A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie
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Autor: cartermorris03 [a] 515. Última edición el 10 abr 2021

Acordes

A
F#m7
Ab7
Am7
Ab
C#m
F#m
E
Em7

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[Chorus]
A                       F#m7
I can tell you're not a fan
                                        Ab7
Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, not a Benz
 
Don't try to come around looking for love, it's not here (Yeah)
                                     Am7
Any time you hit me, I was never not there (Yeah)
                                           F#m7
I don't wanna fight, I wanna take you to Chanel ('Nel)
                                                Ab7
Can I tell you something? I just hope you never tell (Yeah)
                 Ab
I said you was a dub, I meant to say you was a ten
                                       Am7
I don't wanna do this sh*t again, aw, man
                                      F#m7
I don't wanna do this sh*t again, not again
                                        Ab
Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, not a Benz
 
I don't even get the time to f*ck you on the weekends
                                         A
Any time you pull up on me, baby, it's a secret
                                            F#m7
I don't wanna fight, I wanna f*ck you in Chanel
                                             Ab7
At least you can never tell me that I'm not real
 
How you tellin' everybody, callin' it a secret?
                                                     A
Yeah, I know they wanna score on me, I'm playing defense
 
 
[Verse]
                         F#m7
Stay away from the fakes (Stay away)
 
My n****, stay away from the jakes
                  Ab
Heard them talkin' 'bout they wanna put my name on the plate
 
But I ain't one
                                              Am7
I just hope you n****s wear a hoodie when the rain come
                                              F#m7
I just hope you n****s don't think you really stainless
                                        Ab7
I just hope my n****s don't ever, ever change on me
                                                 C#m
Oh, you really think you're so official? I'm the same one
                                  Ab    Am7
They been telling me I fell off since I came up
 
Baby girl, listen, you're way better than a bartender
                                      Ab7
Told my n****s, "Just ten toes, stand tall, yeah"
 
Know my n****s won't ever, ever let me fall, n****
                                        A
I tried not to fall in love, but we all fell in
                                           F#m
We tried to find nine-to-fives, but we was all felons
                                      Ab
I got rich and I threw away all of my Margielas
 
They was jealous, when I copped a Richard, they got more jealous
                                      A
More money, more bitches, I'm feeling marvelous
                                         F#m
And I did some f*cked up sh*t, but I was starvin' then
                                      Ab
No fussin', just hit 'em up, ain't no arguin'
 
No runnin', just spin the block, don't you talk to them
                                E        A
My old bitches love me, and I don't even f*ck with them
 
Look
 
 
[Chorus]
                        F#m
I can tell you're not a fan
                                        Ab7
Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, not a Benz
 
Don't you come around looking for love, it's not here
                                     Em7
Any time you hit me, I was never not there
              Em7                      F#m7
I don't wanna do this sh*t again, not again (Woah)
                                        Ab7
Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, not a Benz (Yeah)
                                             Ab
I don't even get the time to f*ck you on the weekends
                                          Am7
Any time you pull up on me, baby, it's a secret
                                         F#m7
I don't wanna fight, I wanna f*ck you in Chanel (Yeah)
                                             Ab7
At least you can never tell me that I'm not real
 
How you tellin' everybody, callin' it a secret?
                                                  Ab
Yeah, I know they wanna score on me, I'm playing defense (Defense)
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