Fangs

           A
She rolled up in the Beamer, 
couldn't have looked cleaner
F#m
Skin like coffee, colour with lil' 
creamer
D
Sin City since I been thinkin' all 
of these thoughts in my head, she'd 
probably shoot me dead
A
God-damn, she got the hoops on
F#m
Hair bunned up in two just like a 
nunchuck
D
Would I give a fuck? I needed to 
mature myself up

But I fell in love right when she 
said
A
"I wanna count the freckles on your 
face"
F#m
"Rearrange 'em, put 'em in the same 
place"
D
I'm obsessed, I'm obsessed, I'm 
obsessed


[Pre-Chorus]
A                            F#m
Little fangs, oh, little fangs, oh
D
Little fangs, little fangs
A                            F#m
Little fangs, little fangs, little 
fangs
            D
Don't you take her fangs

Little fangs, little fangs


[Chorus]
            A
Now move it left right left
             F#m
Gone take it back a couple steps
               D
Hands on your hips all night

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Hold my hand til it feels right

           A
Beat that left right left
              F#m
Gone take it back couple steps
               D
Hands on your hips all night

Hold my hand till it feels right


[Verse 2]
A
Yeah, I picture you suckin' it on 
the sofa
F#m
Eyes rolled back, somethin' like a 
coma
D
Pick you up, ride around to my 
favorite albums

Hit me up, cut me off, who be next?
A
Break a text, freeze frame
F#m
Grab your hand, freeze frame
D
Tell me how you feel (tell me how 
you feel)

Never feel real (never feel real)


[Bridge]
A       F#m             D
How was I supposed to know

Ow-oh, that you only wanted me 
tonight?


[Pre-Chorus]
A                            F#m
Little fangs, oh, little fangs, oh
D
Little fangs, little fangs
A                            F#m
Little fangs, little fangs, little 
fangs
            D
Don't you take her fangs

Little fangs, little fangs


[Chorus]
            A
Now move it left right left
             F#m
Gone take it back a couple steps
               D
Hands on your hips all night

Hold my hand til it feels right

           A
Beat that left right left
              F#m
Gone take it back couple steps
               D
Hands on your hips all night

Hold my hand till it feels right


[Otro]
       A                           
Put yo hands up if ya ever been in 
 F#m
love
          D                        
I know I hate it, I hate it as much
             A
 as you, oh, oh
               F#m                 
Baby put your hands up if ya ever, 
       D
if ya ever