mgk (Machine Gun Kelly) – Trap Paris (Guitar)

Key
-
Versions (2)

Auto-scroll

Chords

[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