90210 (feat. Kacy Hill)
Travis Scott
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[Intro] Bm C AmBm C AmBm C Am Bm Mhm, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oohC7M Mama's bailing down that road,Am craving 90210Bm She a porn star girl, oh, from theC Am valleyBm Who left her hometown world all forC Am that alleyBm Oh, created Lake Tahoe all from herC Am pantiesBm Ooh, used to take the long way home, long way home, all for thatC Am candyBm C7M Am Baby's hooked on feeling lowBm C Do, do, doAm Do, dooBm Jacques turn La Flame, now heC Am rolling on an AddyBm Fifty on a chain, 'nother fiftyC Am on a Caddy, ohBm He might pop him a pill, pop him aC seal, pop anyoneAm Pop anything, pop anything to findBm an alleyC Am Hmm, yeah, then find an alleyBm C7M Am Baby's hooked on feeling lowBm Em Do, do, doC Am Do, dooContinúa después del anuncioBm In the 90210, 90210, looking forC Am that alleyBm In the 90210, 90210, looking forC Am that alley, oohBm It's the superstar girlSuperstar girl, roaming in thatC Am alleyBm In the 90210, 90210, somewhere inC Am that alley( Gm Am Bb )( Dm Gm Am )Bb My granny called, she said "Travie, you work too hardAm I'm worried you'll forget about me"Bb I'm falling in and out of cars,Am don't worry, I'ma get it, grannyBb What happened? now my daddy happy, mama called me up That money coming and she love me,Dm I done made it nowGm I done found life's meaning now, all them her heart'd breakAm Her heart not pieces now, friends turning into fraud niggasBb Practicing, have the passion, you niggas packaged differentDm All you niggas, you niggas want the swag, you can't have itGm I'ma sell it, you niggas salary 'bout to cap, bitchAm Youngest nigga outta Houston at the GrammysBb Smiling at 'em laughing at meDm I passed the rock to Ye, he pump I|faked and passed it back, bitchGm All of this off of rapping, should've wrote this in LatinAm Yeah YeahBb Mmm, I know, I know, I know, I know, I knowDm I know, I know, I know, I know, I knowGm Cuzzo said we in the store, yeah, we 'bout to drop a 4Am He pass the cigarette, I chokeBb Tell my auntie put them Ports down, them Ports downDm Now you know you love your own now Hit the stage, they got their handsGm up, don't put your nose down I ain't knockin' a nigga, I knockedAm the door down, for sure now Hardcore, I swear they counting on meBb Gold chains, gold rings, I got an island on meDm Houses on me, he got them ounces on himGm Holy father, come save these niggas, I'm styling on 'emAm Good lord, I see my good fortune in all these horsesBb I'm driving too fast to stop, so all these signs, I ignore themDm Distant sky, from north of the border, my chips is in orderGm My mom's biggest supporter so nowAm niggas support a nigga( Bb Dm Gm Am )( Bb Dm Gm Am )( Bb Dm Gm )
Composición: Mike Dean, Allen Ritter, Kacy Hill, Chantel Jeffries y Gizzle
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