Cifras para Guitarra Nikes

Tono:  B
                                      
Eb
          
Gm
 
These bitches want Nikes
                                      
Cm
 
They looking for a check
                                  
Cm
 
Tell em it ain't likely
                                
Eb
                            
Gm
 
Said she need a ring like Carmelo
                                
Cm
 
Must be on that white like Othello
                                
Eb
 
All you want is Nikes
                
Gm
 
But the real ones
          
Cm
 
Just like you
          
Cm
 
Just like me
  
Eb
                                              
Gm
 
I don't play, I don't make time
                      
Cm
 
But if you need dick I got you and I yam from the line
                        
Eb
 
Pour up for A$AP
        
Gm
 
       
C
 
        
Cm
 
RIP Trayvon, that nigga look just like me
Eb
          
Gm
 
    Woo, fuckin' buzzin', woo!
Cm
 
    That my little cousin, he got a little trade
                                    
Eb
 
His girl keep the scales, a little mermaid
                            
Gm
 
We out by the pool, some little mermaids
                        
Cm
 
Me and them gel, like twigs with them bangs
Cm
 
Now that's a real mermaid
                                            
Eb
 
You been holding your breath
                
Gm
 
Weighted down
          
Cm
 
Punk madre, punk papa
                  
Eb
 
He don't care for me
                
Gm
 
But who cares for me
                      
Cm
 
And that's good enough
                  
Eb
 
We don't talk much or nothin'
                        
Gm
 
But when we talkin' about something
                
Cm
 
We have good discussion
                    
Eb
                                                                      
Gm
 
I met his friends last week, feels like they're up to something
                
Cm
 
That's good for us
                                      
Eb
                    
Gm
 
We'll let you guys prophesy
                                      
Cm
 
We'll let you guys prophesy
                                                                
Cm
 
We gon' see the future first
                                      
Eb
 
We'll let you guys prophesy
We gon' see the future first
                            
Gm
 
Living so the last night feels like a past life
                                                      
Cm
 
Speaking of the, don't know what got into people
Devil be possessin homies, Demons try to body jump
Cm
 
Why you think I'm in this bitch wearing a fucking Yarmulke?
                                        
Eb
 
Acid on me like the rain
Weed crumbles in the glitter
Gm
 
Rain, glitter
                                        
Cm
 
We laid out on this wet floor
Away turf, no Astro
                                      
Cm
 
Mesmerized how the strobes glow
Look at all the people feet dance
                                                
Eb
 
I know that your nigga came with you
                
Gm
 
But he ain't with you
                                                
Cm
 
We only human and it's humid in these Balmains
I mean my balls sticking in my jeans
                          
Cm
 
We breathin pheremones, Amber Rose
Sippin' pink-gold lemonades, feelin'
Eb
                                          
Gm
 
      I may be younger but I'll look after you
Cm
 
      We're not in love, but I'll make love to you
Eb
                                            
Gm
 
      When you're not here I'll save some for you
Cm
 
      I'm not him but I'll mean something to you
          
Eb
                        
Gm
 
I'll mean something to you
          
Cm
 
I'll mean something to you
Eb
                                                  
Gm
 
      You got a roommate he'll hear what we do
Cm
 
      It's only awkward if you're fucking him too