90210 Travis Scott

90210

Travis Scott

Patty Warner

128
0:00 6:10
Afinación Estándar (E A D G B E)
Compás 4/4
Tonalidad: Em
Cejilla:
Sin cejilla
Rasgueo 1

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Letra

[Part 1: Intro]
Bm C Am Bm C Am
Bm
C Am
Bm                        C
  Mama's mailin' out that blow,
        Am
cravin' 902

[Verse 1]
      Bm
She a porn star girl, ah,
         C     Am
from the valley
             Bm                          C    Am
Who left her hometown world all for that alley
Ooh,
        Bm                      C      Am
created Lake Tahoe all from her panties
                      Bm
Ooh, used to take the long way home
                            C    Am
Long way home, all for that candy

[Chorus]
Bm                         C      Am
  Baby's hooked on feeling low, ow
Bm
  Do, do, do
C    Am
 Do, do

[Verse 2]
Bm
  Jacques turned La Flame,
                     C   Am
now he rollin' on an Addy
Bm
  Fifty on a chain,
                   C    Am
'nother fifty on a Caddy
              Bm
Ooh, he might pop him a pill,
pop him a seal
       C
Pop anyone, pop anything
Am                        Bm
Pop anything to find that alley
                        C    Am
Mhm, yeah, to find that alley

[Chorus]
Bm                         C     Am
  Baby's hooked on feeling low ow
Bm
  Do, do, do
C    Am
 Do, do
       Bm
In the 90210, 90210,
                 C    Am
lookin' for that alley
       Bm                             C
In the 90210, 90210, lookin' for that alley,
Am
  ooh
         Bm
It's the superstar girl, superstar girl,
                C    Am
roamin' in that alley
            Bm
Ooh, in the 90210, 90210,
                  C    Am
somewhere in that alley
   G
Ooh

[Part 2: Intro]
    Am | - Bb | - Dm | - G |
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| -

[Verse 3]
Am
  Yeah
                      Bb
My granny called, she said, "Travvy,
you work too hard
I'm worried you forget about me"
Dm    G
  I'm fallin' in and out of clouds
Don't worry, I'ma get it, Granny, uh
Am                      Bb
  What happened? Now my daddy happy
Mama called me up,
                          Dm
that money comin' and she love me
I done made it now,
I done found life's meanin' now
G
All them days her heart'd break,
her heart not in pieces now
Am
  Friends turnin' into fraud niggas
Bb
  Practicin' half the passion,
you niggas packaged different
Dm
  All you niggas, you niggas want the swag,
you can't have it
G
 I'ma sell it, your niggas salary, we 'bout to cap,
bitch
Am
  Youngest nigga out of Houston at the Grammys
Bb
  Smilin' at 'em laughin' at me
                     Dm
I passed the rock to Ye, he pump faked,
then passed it back, bitch
                   G
All of this off of rappin', should've wrote this in Latin,
         Am
yeah yeah
       Bb
Mmm, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know
  Dm
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
                      G
Cuzzo said we hit the store, yeah,
we 'bout to drop a four
                           Am
He passed the cigarette, I choke, woo
                          Bb
Told my auntie, "Put them 'Ports down,
them 'Ports down"
                           Dm
Now you know you love your own now
Hit the stage, they got their hands up,
               G
don't put your nose down
I ain't knockin', nigga, I knocked the door down,
    Am
for sure now
Whole crew, I swear they countin' on me
Bb
  Gold chains, gold rings,
I got an island on me
Dm
  Houses on me,
he got them ounces on him
G
 Holy Father, come save these niggas,
I'm stylin' on 'em
Am
  Good Lord,
I see my good fortune in all these horses
        Bb
I'm drivin' too fast to stop, so all these signs,
I ignore them
          Dm
Just this guy from north of the border,
my chips is in order
        G
My mom's biggest supporter,
so now a nigga support a nigga

[Outro]
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Compases

[Part 1: Intro]
| Bm - | C Am | Bm - | C Am |
| Bm - | C Am | Bm - | C Am |

Mama's mailin' out that blow,
cravin' 902

[Verse 1]
| Bm - | C Am | Bm - | C Am |
| Bm - | C Am | Bm - | C Am |

She a porn star girl, ah,
from the valley
Who left her hometown world all for that alley
Ooh,
created Lake Tahoe all from her panties
Ooh, used to take the long way home
Long way home, all for that candy

[Chorus]
| Bm - | C Am | Bm - | C Am |

Baby's hooked on feeling low, ow
Do, do, do
Do, do

[Verse 2]
| Bm - | C Am | Bm - | C Am |
| Bm - | C Am | Bm - | C Am |

Jacques turned La Flame,
now he rollin' on an Addy
Fifty on a chain,
'nother fifty on a Caddy
Ooh, he might pop him a pill,
pop him a seal
Pop anyone, pop anything
Pop anything to find that alley
Mhm, yeah, to find that alley

[Chorus]
| Bm - | C Am | Bm - | C Am |
| Bm - | C Am | Bm - | C Am |
| Bm - | C Am | Bm - | C Am |
| G 

Baby's hooked on feeling low ow
Do, do, do
Do, do
In the 90210, 90210,
lookin' for that alley
In the 90210, 90210, lookin' for that alley,
ooh
It's the superstar girl, superstar girl,
roamin' in that alley
Ooh, in the 90210, 90210,
somewhere in that alley
Ooh

[Part 2: Intro]
    Am | - Bb | - Dm | - G |
| - Am | - Bb | - Dm | - G |
| - Am | - Bb | - Dm | - G |
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[Verse 3]
    Am | - Bb | - Dm | - G |
| - Am | - Bb | - Dm | - G |
| - Am | - Bb | - Dm | - G |
| - Am | - Bb | - Dm | - G |
| - Am | - Bb | - Dm | - G |
| - Am | - Bb | - Dm | - G |
| - Am | - Bb | - Dm | - G |
| - Am | - Bb | - Dm | - G |
| -

Yeah
My granny called, she said, "Travvy,
you work too hard
I'm worried you forget about me"
I'm fallin' in and out of clouds
Don't worry, I'ma get it, Granny, uh
What happened? Now my daddy happy
Mama called me up,
that money comin' and she love me
I done made it now,
I done found life's meanin' now
All them days her heart'd break,
her heart not in pieces now
Friends turnin' into fraud niggas
Practicin' half the passion,
you niggas packaged different
All you niggas, you niggas want the swag,
you can't have it
I'ma sell it, your niggas salary, we 'bout to cap,
bitch
Youngest nigga out of Houston at the Grammys
Smilin' at 'em laughin' at me
I passed the rock to Ye, he pump faked,
then passed it back, bitch
All of this off of rappin', should've wrote this in Latin,
yeah yeah
Mmm, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
Cuzzo said we hit the store, yeah,
we 'bout to drop a four
He passed the cigarette, I choke, woo
Told my auntie, "Put them 'Ports down,
them 'Ports down"
Now you know you love your own now
Hit the stage, they got their hands up,
don't put your nose down
I ain't knockin', nigga, I knocked the door down,
for sure now
Whole crew, I swear they countin' on me
Gold chains, gold rings,
I got an island on me
Houses on me,
he got them ounces on him
Holy Father, come save these niggas,
I'm stylin' on 'em
Good Lord,
I see my good fortune in all these horses
I'm drivin' too fast to stop, so all these signs,
I ignore them
Just this guy from north of the border,
my chips is in order
My mom's biggest supporter,
so now a nigga support a nigga

[Outro]
    Am | - Bb | - Dm | - G |
| - Am | - Bb | - Dm | - G |
| - Am | - Bb | - Dm | - G |
| - Am | - Bb | - Dm | - G |

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