Acordes de Drop
Dababy
Dababy

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Tonalidad: A minor
Verse 1
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(We got London On
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Da Track)
My voice kinda fucked up, but you know
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Yeah
Verse 2
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They thought it was over 'til I pulled up in the
drop
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I ran the light and hit the gas
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(yeah, yeah)
She like it when I hit her with my chain
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on and my watch (yes, sir)
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She say, "Record," I use the flash
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with it (yeah)
She always been a good girl,
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but she fuck me like a thot (okay)
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I take my time,
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I have her blastin' (yeah)
She know that nigga think he fuckin' with me,
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but he not
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She say I'm nothin' like
Verse 3
her last nigga
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Thought that it was over,
but I'm back now
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I run up them racks and now them hoes
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know how to act now
Looking for the truth? You
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found a nigga
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Thought I was a one hit wonder 'til I dropped the al bum,
didn't it?
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Thought I was just like you 'til
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I bought a new car
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Pull up in that bitch, like vroom
And I dropped your boo off
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You'll probably pick her up later
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I probably pick up a quarter
million and shit on a hater
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And it ain't a nigga gave me shit, but
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I did plenty of favors
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I'm talking favors
Favors you ain't deserve
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and you ain't want that (yeah)
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Passin' out these loans
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that I don't want back (yeah)
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By the time you cross the line,
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I let you go back (yeah)
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And now I pull up, drop the window,
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yell out
Verse 4
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They thought it was over 'til I pulled up in the
drop (let's go)
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I ran the light and hit the gas
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(yeah, yeah)
She like it when I hit her with my chain
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on and my watch (yes, sir)
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She say, "Record," I use the flash
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with it (yeah)
She always been a good girl,
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but she fuck me like a thot (okay)
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I take my time,
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I have her blastin' (yeah)
She know that nigga think he fuckin' with me,
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but he not
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She say I'm nothin' like her last nigga
Verse 5
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Look, I ain't trippin',
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I already got more money than my opps
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I'm just tryna get more
money than last year
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Don't argue with 'em, we take care
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of any problem that we got
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I just hope when it's over, you got my back,
uh- huh
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And I ain't nothin' like your last
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Look, I ain't nothing like your last nigga, you buggin',
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I run it up
Had to stack my bread up, I
was sick of feelin' regular
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Niggas out here drillin' her and
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you worried about impressin' her
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(Yeah) I swear he's not me
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If he ain't with the shits, then
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he not with me
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I'm icy as a motherfucker, golly
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Why the fuck wouldn't
they wanna rob me?
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They thought it was over 'til I pulled up in the
Verse 6
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drop
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I ran the light and hit the gas
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(yeah, yeah)
She like it when I hit her with my chain
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on and my watch (yes, sir)
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She say, "Record," I use the flash
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with it (yeah)
She always been a good girl,
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but she fuck me like a thot (okay)
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I take my time,
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I have her blastin' (yeah)
She know that nigga think he fuckin' with me,
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but he not
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She say I'm nothin' like her last nigga (yeah)
Outro 1
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