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