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[Intro] Gm  Cm  D

Gm
White shirt now red, my bloody nose
Sleepin', you're on your tippy toes
Cm
Creepin' around like no one knows
D7
Think you're so criminal
Gm
So you're a tough guy
Like it really rough guy
Just can't get enough guy
Chest always so puffed guy
Cm
I'm that bad type
Make your mama sad type
                         D7
Make your girlfriend mad type
                    D7
Might seduce your dad type
I'm the bad guy, Ueum!

Gm                     Cm    D7
I'm only good at bein' bad, bad

Gm
I like when you get mad
I guess I'm pretty glad that you're alone
You said she's scared of me?
I mean, I don't see what she sees
But maybe it's 'cause I'm wearing your cologne

      D                            D#              F    D#
When I popped off, then your girl gave me just a little bit of
   D
lockjaw
          D#               F         D#        D
Baby so cold, he from the north, he from the Canada
            D#           F           D#     D
Bankroll so low, I got nothing else that I can withdraw
            D#
Ran out the door
           F        D#        D          D#
I shine my wrist, it go like shashasha, shashasha
          F        D#        D        D#
I got your bitch singing, lalalala, lalala
          F        D#        D            D#
I shine my wrist, it go like shashasha, shashasha
         F         D#        D         D#
I got your bitch singing, lalalala, lalala
         F    D#     D
How I stride like that?
   D        D#
(Lalalala, lalala)
(Shashasha, shashasha)
    D       D#
(Lalalala, lalala)
(Shashasha, shashasha)
       D
When I popped

Yeah, yeah
I mean, where the fuck should I really even start?
I got hoes that I'm keepin' in the dark
I got my fellas 'cross the street livin' large
Thinkin' back to the fact that they dead
Thought my raps wasn't facts 'til they sat with the bars
I got two phones, one need a charge
Yeah, they twins, I could tell they ass apart
I got big packs comin' on the way
I got big stacks comin' out the safe
I got Lil Max with me, he the wave
When I die, put my money in the grave
When I die, put my money in the grave
I really gotta put a couple fellas in they place

( C#m  A  F#m  G# )

  C#m
Breakfast at Tiffany's and bottles of bubbles
   A
Girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble
    F#m
Lashes and diamonds, ATM machines
     G#
Buy myself all of my favorite things
     C#m
Been through some bad shit, I should be a sad bitch
      A
Who woulda thought it'd turn me to a savage?
     F#m
Rather be tied up with calls and not strings
     G#
Write my own checks like I write what I sing
    C#m
My wrist, stop watchin', my neck is flossin'
     A
Make big deposits, my gloss is poppin'
     F#m
You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it
   G#
I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it
   C#m
I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it
    A
I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it
     F#m
You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it
      G#
I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it

So I say
F#m                                              D
Dance for me, dance for me, dance for me, oh, oh, oh
           E                                    C#m
I've never seen anybody do the things you do before
          F#m                                      D
They say move for me, move for me, move for me, ay, ay, ay
                 E                           C#m
And when you're done I'll make you do it all again

                    Am
I love it when you call me señorita
                C
I wish I could pretend I didn't need ya
                   F
But every touch is ooh la la la
It's true, la la la
Em
Ooh, I should be running
G                          Am
Ooh, you keep me coming for you

Evoluiu, ritmo agressivo, 150 fluiu
Levando levadas que você nunca ouviu
Eu sou o Rio
   Cm
Vai brisar na vibe do Kevin o Chris
Do tamborzão que te faz mexer
  Gm
Seja no Lins ou no PPG
Pode começar a descer
 Cm
Vai brisar na vibe do Kevin o Chris
Do tamborzão que te faz mexer
Seja no Lins ou no PPG
  Gm
Pode começar a descer
  Cm
Habilidosa ela vem jogando
Abre e fecha quicadinha
Faça em mim sensualizando
Eu dou aquela sarradinha

( Cm )

  Em        F#
Tá pronta pra pista?
Bm     Em    F#
Se joga na vida
Bm       Em      F#
Quer papo de ousadia?
             Bm
Ai, que coisa boa!
        Em                   F#          Bm
Mundo se acabando e a gente manda nessa porra
        Em            F#               Bm
Se mexer comigo, vai mexer com a tropa toda
       Em             F#             G     Em  F#
Tamo preparada, pode vir que é coisa boa

                      G#
Oi bota a cara pra tu ver
              C#m
O que vai acontecer
                  G#     A
Eu vou te dar o prejú
A           G#         C#m
Vai tomar surra de bumbum
C#m
Turudum turudum turudum turudum
Turudum turudum turudum turudum
Turudum turudum turudum turudum
A        G#               C#m
Turudum turudum turudum turudum
Turudum turudum turudum turudum
Turudum turudum turudum turudum
C#m
Turudum turudum turudum turudum
Turudum turudum turudum turudum
Turudum turudum turudum turudum
A         G#              C#m
Turudum turudum turudum turudum
Turudum turudum turudum turudum
Turudum turudum turudum turudum

F#m
Numa nave espacial
E
Certos de que além do acima há uma jornada
             D
Eu quero ir Pro espaço sideral
C#
Nessa vida passageira
                     F#m
Eu vou contigo até o fim
F#m
Numa nave espacial
E
Certos de que além do acima há uma jornada
         D
Eu quero ir Pro espaço sideral
C#
Nessa vida passageira
                     F#m
Eu vou contigo até o fim
F#m
Sinto um frio na barriga tudo isso me lembra a cena de um filme
E
O instinto selvagem que invade a sensação de perigo nos define
         Gm
O Rogério ta com sede
DJ Celinho? É o brabo de novo
Frio na barriga
Frio na barriga

( A  C  G  F )

                A                     C
Yeah, I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road
         G             F
I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more
             A                  C
I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road
        G               F
I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more
           A
I got the horses in the back
C
Horse tack is attached
G
Hat is matte black
          F
Got the boots that's black to match

A                   C            G         F
Sentou e gostou, quicou e gostou, chamando de amor
A                     C
Can't nobody tell me nothin'
G                  F
You can't tell me nothin'
A                    C
Can't nobody tell me nothin'
G                  F
You can't tell me nothin'

( C#m  B  E  A )

C#m    B  A  G#
Oh,     yeah
C#m          B             E                A
I feel you crumble in my arms down to your heart of stone
C#m          B                 A                G#
You bled me dry just like the tears you never show
               C#m
Why don't you take what you want from me?
B
Take what you need from me
E                      A
Take what you want and go
             C#m
Why don't you take what you want from me?
B
Take what you need from me
A                       G#
Take what you want and go

         C#m                     B
I never needed anything from you
           E                      A
And all I ever asked was for the truth
                C#m                             B
You showed your tongue and it was forked in two
                A                      G#
Your venom was lethal, I almost believed you
             C#m                     B
Yeah, you preyed on my every mistake
                 E                             A
Waited on me to break, held me under hopin' I would drown
        C#m                       B
Like a plague, I was wasting away
                   A                  G#
Tryna find my way out, find my way out
      C#m       B
And it finally came the day
E                 A
I start giving my heart away
    C#m               B
For Heaven's sake, my bones will break
      A               G#
But you never own my soul, no

[Final] C#m  B  E  A
        C#m  B  A  G#