Acordes de Pull Up
Migos
Migos
Quavo
Quavo

N/A
Tonalidad: C minor
Intro 1
Gm
Gm
Am
Am
Gm
Gm
Pull up, hop out, shut
Verse 1
Am
Am
Gm
Gm
up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up
Am
Am
Gm
Gm
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Dm
Dm
Gm
Gm
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up
Dm
Dm
Am
Am
Gm
Gm
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Dm
Dm
Gm
Gm
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Dm
Dm
Gm
Gm
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up
Verse 2
A
A
Park the the whip, park it
Gm
Gm
Bb
Bb
Gm
Gm
Start the whip, start it
Pop the shit, pop it
Bb
Bb
Fuck on your bitch
Gm
Gm
She lovin' the clique,
A
A
Dm
Dm
Bb
Bb
Gm
Gm
I play with the clit (Play with it)
She pick up the bag, I make her go to work,
and pay her in dick
Dm
Dm
Gm
Gm
My cars are tint (Tinted)
Put the stars in vics
No flaws, cars fit in my garage,
about to ménage a bitch
Dm
Dm
Am
Am
I got her number, got head from her, then
Gm
Gm
Dm
Dm
Gm
Gm
I'm never gon' call the bitch
Double R ghost with the stars in the ceiling,
foot out the window with the wrist, fuck 'em up
No need to talk, they know what it is
Bb
Bb
Don't fuck with the kid
Gm
Gm
I pull up and shoot at your
Am
Am
wig and your kids
Gm
Gm
You fuck with the pigs
Am
Am
Gm
Gm
Niggas know who, niggas know you
Bb
Bb
You told them who,
Gm
Gm
bringing the crew
Am
Am
Boom Boom
Gm
Gm
Kick down your door bo- boom
Verse 3
Am
Am
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Gm
Gm
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
D
D
Gm
Gm
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up
Dm
Dm
Gm
Gm
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Dm
Dm
Gm
Gm
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Dm
Dm
Gm
Gm
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up
Verse 4
Gm
Gm
Park the Bentley on the curb
A
A
Gm
Gm
Bb
Bb
Diamonds came out the earth
Gm
Gm
Her pussy water when I'm kickin'
Bb
Bb
Her pussy water wanna surf
Gm
Gm
Auntie got a pack of percs
Bb
Bb
Put a nigga on a shirt
Gm
Gm
He pulled up, and he hopped out
Bb
Bb
But I had to shoot the nigga first
Gm
Gm
Took a bitch from the bottom
Name a pack, I done bought 'em
I met the plug at Ramada
Put the packs in the columns
Mac and cheese no collards
Big mac, no whopper
Macintosh no Apple
Mac 11 for the hackers
Verse 5
Gm
Gm
Hop out the robotic, this how I
go 'bout it
Migos pulled up with Dracos I don't
Bb
Bb
low ride 'em
Gm
Gm
Dm
Dm
Yeah he ya man but the stick 'bout
Gm
Gm
to hole wide 'em
A
A
Gm
Gm
Stick to the code, who got shot,
I don't know 'bout it
A
A
Gm
Gm
Who, huh we sellin' bombs,
Bb
Bb
Gm
Gm
Saddam
Dm
Dm
A
A
Am
Am
I smell more mil lions to come
Gm
Gm
We spend a hun dred for fun
Verse 6
A
A
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Gm
Gm
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up
A
A
Gm
Gm
Pull up, hop out, shut up
D
D
Gm
Gm
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up
D
D
Gm
Gm
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Gm
Gm
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Gm
Gm
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up

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