Celebration: accordi di
Tyga
Tyga

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

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