[ Предположительная тональность: Cm ] [Intro: Machine Gun Kelly] Cm C Ayy Cm C Woke up in woke up in Cm Cm Soundin' real godly C Cm Quavo Cm Sonny rollin' grams of wax [Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly] Cm C Cm Woke up in Paris Cm C Cm Broke all the mirrors (what that mean?) Cm C Cm Must mean, last night was too turnt Cm C They caught me fucking on camera Cm I ain't embarrassed Cm C Cm Pull up, back home, flag on, tats out, what the fuck is that 'bout? C Cm C Cm Cm I'm home-bred, hometown, been around the world, I'm back now Cm I'm Mr. Miyagi with wax in the sake Cm C Cm And I'm running the streets of the city like Rocky Cm Who da champ? Who da champ? Cm Diamond fangs like a vamp Cm Where's the package with the stamp? Cm C Cm Bust it open by the lamp. Roll it up 'till I cramp Cm C Cm Uh, four rings on my hands, uh Cm Smoke rings from the grams , uh C Cm Got a lady and a tramp Cm Bitch I made it from the trap. Gunner [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Cm C Cm I woke up in Paris Cm C Cm In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch) Cm C First I roll up the lettuce Cm Then I went back for seconds Cm C Cm Swear that pussy the wettest Cm C Cm I woke up in Paris Cm C Cm In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch) Cm C First I roll up the lettuce Cm Then I went back for seconds Cm C Cm Swear that pussy the wettest [Verse 2: Quavo] C Made it from the bottom Cm Cm What you thinking of me? (what you thinking) Cm C I made it from the bottom Cm Cm What you thinking of me? (what you thinking) Cm C When I was on the bottom Cm Cm You didn't hang out with me (no way) Cm Now I got some dollars Cm Cm They keep hanging with me (yeah) C Cm Cm Take a lot of Molly, that's your fantasy (that's your fantasy) C Cm Cm Pull up with the gang and stop playing with me (stop playing) C You took too much of Coco Cm It made your nose bleed (trippin) C Too turnt for the bando (too) Cm Shoot two times through the window (shoot) C Pop one off with a kick though (pop one) Cm Pop one off this endo (shoot) C Old money like a Nintendo Cm Bring it back home, this the reload (bring back) Cm C Crips mights call it a kilo (crip) Cm Cm Bloods might call it a bilo (blood) Cm Put my wrist in a freezer (wrist) Cm Heat it up, turn it up to beast mode (yeah) Cm Bitch I made it from the trap (trap) Cm Whole thang in my lap Cm Bitch I made it from the trap (trap) Cm Got your girl in my lap (yeah) Cm Bitch I made it from the trap (trap) Cm Got the police running laps (yeah) Cm Bitch I made it from the trap Cm Bitch I made it out the trap [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Cm C Cm I woke up in Paris Cm C Cm In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch) Cm C First I roll up the lettuce Cm Then I went back for seconds Cm C Cm Swear that pussy the wettest Cm C Cm I woke up in Paris Cm C Cm In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch) Cm C First I roll up the lettuce Cm Then I went back for seconds Cm C Cm Swear that pussy the wettest
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