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[Intro: Machine Gun Kelly]
Em  C  
Ayy
Am           C
Woke up in woke up in
Am             Em
Soundin' real godly
C   Am
Quavo
                        Em
Sonny rollin' grams of wax

[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
Em           C        Am
Woke up in Paris
Em           C        Am
Broke all the mirrors (what that mean?)
            Em             C     Am
Must mean, last night was too turnt
                Em           C       
They caught me fucking on camera
 Am
I ain't embarrassed
          Em           C        Am
Pull up, back home, flag on, tats out, what the fuck is that 'bout?
     C             Em           C        Am          Em
I'm home-bred, hometown, been around the world, I'm back now
Am
I'm Mr. Miyagi with wax in the sake
Em           C                                Am
And I'm running the streets of the city like Rocky
         Am
Who da champ? Who da champ?
                      Em
Diamond fangs like a vamp
                               Am
Where's the package with the stamp?
                      Em           C          Am
Bust it open by the lamp. Roll it up 'till I cramp
     Em               C        Am
Uh, four rings on my hands, uh
        Em            
Smoke rings from the grams , uh
C                 Am
Got a lady and a tramp
                          Em
Bitch I made it from the trap. Gunner

[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

[Verse 2: Quavo]
C
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)
C
Pop one off with a kick though (pop one)
Am
Pop one off this endo (shoot)
C
Old money like a Nintendo
Am
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

            
            
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