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Trap Queen
Ed Sheeran
Ton: D
Yazı Boyutu:
a
A100%
C#sus2 G#m
I'm like, Hey, what up? Hello.
F G
Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in that door
Dsus2 Am
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
F G
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
Dsus2 Am
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
F G
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
Dsus2 Am
We be countin' up, watch how fast them bands go
F G
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
Dsus2 Am
50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred grams though
F G
Man, I swear she love it how she work the damn pole
Dsus2 Am
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
F G
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
Dsus2 F
In love with the money, I ain't ever letting go
Hook:
(E) G#m
And I get high with my baby
G Csus2 F
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
Am
And I can ride with my baby
G Csus2 F
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
Am
And I get high with my baby
G Csus2 F
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
Am
And I can ride with my baby
G Csus2
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby
Verso 2:
Am F
Hit the strip with my trap queen 'cause all we know is bands
G Dsus2
I might just snatch a Ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb'
Am F
I might just snatch up a necklace, drop a couple on a ring
G Dsus2
She ain't wanting for nothin' because I got her everything
Am F
And Iâ??m off in the bando, with a 'nero that can't go
G Dsus2
Remy boys got the stamp though, countin up bands though
Am
How far can your bands go?
F G
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand though
Dsus2 F
If you checking for my pockets I'm like
Hook:
(E) G#m
And I get high with my baby
G Csus2 F
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
Am
And I can ride with my baby
G Csus2 F
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
Am
And I get high with my baby
G Csus2 F
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
Am
And I can ride with my baby
G Csus2
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby
Verso 1:
Am
Like, Hello.
F G
Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in that door
Dsus2 Am
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
F G
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
Dsus2 Am
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
F G
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
Dsus2 Am
We be countin' up, watch how fast them bands go
F G
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
Dsus2 Am
50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred grams though
F G
Man, I swear she love it how she work the damn pole
Dsus2 Am
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
F G
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
Dsus2 Am
In love with the money, I ain't ever letting go
(G#m) E F#
I be smoking dope, you know Backwoods what I roll
Dsus2 Am
Remy Boyz, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho
F G
I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your hoe
Dsus2
Remy Boyz or nothing, Remy Remy Boys or
Hook:
F Am
And I get high with my baby
G Csus2 F
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
Am
And I can ride with my baby
G Csus2 F
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
Am
And I get high with my baby
G Csus2 F
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
Am
And I can ride with my baby
G Csus2
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby
F Am G Csus2 F
738,
Am G
Got a sack for us to roll
Csus2 F
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