Key: G minor
Intro 1
C
B
Em
C
B
Em
C
B
Em
C
B
Em
Verse 1
C
I
B
Em
don't know how she got me feeling like this
But somethin' bout shawty
She would bite her lip
and that's the type of shit
Naïve, gummy, looking stupid,
But still in my defense, girl,
Em
Am
Mais j 'peux pas,
Em
Am
C
je poursuis la vie d 'un artiste
elle le kidnappe
Even if she's got a money
C
B
I just to fuck her
C
B
She knows I see her when she's not vain
C
Em
You know I like when she
says sad things
Let's not be together,
I think there's nothing worse
C
B
I don't know how she
But Samba, shorty got me
She would bite her lip
and that's the type of shit
Now you got me looking stupid
But still in my defense, girl,
m 'a laissé derrière,
jusqu 'à m 'en casser la voix
qu 'j 'la noie
même si j'me perds dans l'désespoir
C
B
Sur l 'instrument, mes sentiments,
j 'les débute
fois qu 'on s 'quitte
B
Em
d 'aimer des fists
Jamais on m 'a autant
frappé dans l'milieu
C
B
Em
Mais toi et moi, on est pas pareils
Oh, oh, oh, oh
C
B
Tu sais que j 'la kiffe
Mon rêve en artiste,
B
Em
Elle a un truc, c 'est ce truc qui t 'at tire
Qu 'on soit pas ensemble,
But somethin' bout shawty
She would bite her lip
and that's the type of shit
Now you got me lookin' stupid,
But still in my defense
C
B
Girl, you the one that switched up
For a minute you never thought
that I could laugh again
B
Em
if we can't be more than friends?
I just ain't how I feel time and time again
C
B
Beauty from Paris,
B
Em
Après tout ce temps,
C
B
tu m 'aurais lâché si tu ne le sentais pas
Je veux que tu t 'envoles avec moi
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsC B Em Am
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