Machine Gun Kelly - Trap Paris

      
 
 (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 f**king on camera
  Am                
 I ain't embarrassed
           Em           C        Am                                 
 Pull up, back home, flag on, tats out, what the f**k 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         
 b**ch 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 b**ch (bad b**ch, bad b**ch)
          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 b**ch (bad b**ch, bad b**ch)
          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        
 b**ch I made it from the trap (trap)
                     Em 
 Whole thang in my lap
                          Am         
 b**ch I made it from the trap (trap)
                      Em       
 Got your girl in my lap (yeah)
                           Am        
 b**ch I made it from the trap (trap)
                     Em            
 Got the police running laps (yeah)
                           Am 
 b**ch I made it from the trap
                          Em 
 b**ch 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 b**ch (bad b**ch, bad b**ch)
          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 b**ch (bad b**ch, bad b**ch)
          Em           C    
 First I roll up the lettuce
           Am                
 Then I went back for seconds
             Em           C   Am 
 Swear that pussy the wettest