Celebration Akkorde von
Tyga
Tyga

N/A2 Aufrufe
Tonart: F# minor
Verse 1
G#m
G#m
C#
C#
G#m
G#m
I ain’t gotta do nothing,
E#dim
E#dim
I ain’t gotta say shit
E
E
Everybody put your cups up and roll the blunts up,
G#m
G#m
it’s a fucking celebration
E#dim
E#dim
C#
C#
G#m
G#m
Yeah, everything is alright,
E#dim
E#dim
I propose a toast to the greatest
You be get up on this fly
E
E
shit baby
G#m
G#m
It’s a fucking celebration, bitches
Verse 2
G#m
G#m
Ballin' in this bitch cause I’m better
E#dim
E#dim
Models at my table when
they down for whatever
E
E
It’s a cold world so
G#m
G#m
it’s heat in my leather
C#
C#
We gonna make it rain,
G#m
G#m
we ain’t tripping off the weather
Work day suit removed
Jay baby baby let me put
you on game
I got that crazy crazy eye
drive you insane
Every play make these niggas
know my name
T- Raw, young star, Gringo
E#dim
E#dim
Shining hard every
second don't blink ho
E
E
If you ain’t sipping and
G#m
G#m
you tripping better drink more
C#
C#
G#m
G#m
Too many dicks on the field
trying to get yours
What your home girl don’t
E#dim
E#dim
know
Won’t hurt her so girl let go
G#m
G#m
They say they ain’t tricking nigga got it
But we ain’t tricking
anything and we got it, so
Verse 3
G#m
G#m
I ain’t gotta do nothing,
E#dim
E#dim
I ain’t gotta say shit
E
E
Everybody put your cups up and roll the blunts up,
G#m
G#m
it’s a fucking celebration
C#
C#
E#dim
E#dim
G#m
G#m
Yeah, everything is alright,
E#dim
E#dim
I propose a toast to the greatest
You be get up on this fly
E
E
shit baby
G#m
G#m
It’s a fucking celebration, bitches
Verse 4
D#m
D#m
G#m
G#m
Fly, fly niggas do fly thangs
Overseas,
E#dim
E#dim
I can put you on my dream team
G#m
G#m
E
E
G#m
G#m
High king, Tyga- lajuwan 2 rings,
C#
C#
yeah we on one
G#m
G#m
We ain’t never done,
D#m
D#m
G#m
G#m
it’s small fun when you living how we living
E#dim
E#dim
Big living room, beautiful women
Baby take your shoes off,
G#m
G#m
she just trying to kick it
Gone down town now,
C#
C#
she gonna let me kiss it
D#m
D#m
G#m
G#m
So good, yep yep,
Young Money and we all good
E#dim
E#dim
All my homies in this thang
wish a nigga would
E
E
G#m
G#m
If a nigga could,
I don’t think he should
C#
C#
Getting money,
G#m
G#m
rocking clubs like t woods
Bright lights like we living in the sky
E#dim
E#dim
Erybody put your hands high
G#m
G#m
It ain’t tricking nigga got it
C#
C#
But we ain’t tricking anything
D#m
D#m
and we got it, so
G#m
G#m
I ain’t gotta
Verse 5
do nothing,
E#dim
E#dim
I ain’t gotta say shit
E
E
Everybody put your cups up and roll the blunts up,
G#m
G#m
C#
C#
it’s a fucking celebration
G#m
G#m
Yeah, everything is alright,
E#dim
E#dim
I propose a toast to the greatest
You be get up on this fly
E
E
shit baby
G#m
G#m
It’s a fucking celebration, bitches
Verse 6
G#m
G#m
I ain’t gotta do nothing,
E#dim
E#dim
I ain’t gotta say shit
E
E
Everybody put your cups up and roll the blunts up,
G#m
G#m
it’s a fucking celebration
C#
C#
G#m
G#m
Yeah, everything is alright,
E#dim
E#dim
I propose a toast to the greatest
You be get up on this fly
E
E
shit baby
G#m
G#m
It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

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