Tell Your Friends

The Weeknd

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[Intro] D7M
C#m7 Bm7 E D
C#m7 D7M C#m7 [Primeira Parte]
Bm7 We are not the same I am too reckless
E D C#m7 I'm not tryna go in that direction
C#m7 These niggas they been doing too much flexing
D7M C#m7 Bm7 But they about to call the wrong attention
Bm7 And I ain't got no patience, no more testing
E D C#m7 I do shit how I want, don't need no blessing
C#m7 XO niggas, ain't nothing to mess with
D7M C#m7 Bm7 Nobody stoppin' us, oh no, we destined
Bm7 And everybody around you is so basic
E D C#m7 I'm never rocking white, I'm like a racist
C#m7 I don't drink my liquor with a chaser
D7M C#m7 Bm7 And money is the only thing I'm chasin'
Bm7 End some dope nights on some coke lines
E D C#m7 Give me head all night, cum four times
C#m7 Baby girl just wanna smoke a pound
D7M C#m7 Do an ounce get some dick, tell your friends about it [Refrão]
F#m7 Go tell your friends about it (about it)
Bm7 Go tell your friends about it (about it)
F#m7 Go tell them what you know, what you seen
F#m7 How I roll, how I get it on the low
Bm7 Go tell your friends about it (about it)
E D C#m7 Go tell your friends about it (about it)
C#m7 I'm the nigga with the hair Singing 'bout poppin' pills
D7M C#m7 Bm7 fuckin' bitches, livin' life, so trill [Segunda Parte]
Bm7 Last year I did all the politickin'
E D C#m7 This year I'mma focus on the vision
C#m7 I think these hoes deserve another fixin'
D7M C#m7 Bm7 I'm talkin' 'bout the ones from the beginnin'
Bm7 Don't believe the rumors, bitch, I'm still a user
E D C#m7 I'm still rockin' camo and still roll with shooters
C#m7 I'm a villain in my city, I just made another killin'
D7M C#m7 Bm7 I'mma spend it all on bitches
Bm7 And everybody fuckin', everybody fuckin'
E D C#m7 Pussy on the house, everybody fuckin'
C#m7 Man, I miss my city, man, it's been a minute
D7M C#m7 Bm7 MIA a habit, Cali was the mission
Bm7 Cruise through the west-end in my new Benz
E D C#m7 I'm just tryna live life through a new lens
C#m7 Drivin' by the streets I used to walk through
D7M C#m7 When I had no crib, I guess you call that shit a miracle [Refrão]
F#m7 Go tell your friends about it (about it)
Bm7 Go tell your friends about it (about it)
F#m7 Go tell them what you know, what you seen
D7M C#m7 How I roll, how I get it on the low
Bm7 Go tell your friends about it (about it)
E D C#m7 Go tell your friends about it (about it)
C#m7 I'm the nigga with the hair Singing 'bout poppin' pills
D7M C#m7 Bm7 fuckin' bitches, livin' life, so trill [Ponte]
Bm7 Roll some, think I’ll roll some
E D To know some, if we both honest
C#m7 D7M Who lasts? Yeah, you lie
C#m7 Bm7 Spent the whole summer Tryna be at the wrong place at the right time
E D C#m7 But I know what's mine when I see it
D7M C#m7 I know [Terceira Parte]
Bm7 My cousin said I made it big and it's unusual
E D C#m7 She tried to take a selfie at my Grandma's funeral
C#m7 Used to roam on Queen, now I sing Queen street anthems
D7M C#m7 Bm7 Used to hate attention, now I pull up in that wagon
Bm7 And I was broken, I was broken, I was so broke
E D C#m7 I used to roam around the town when I was homeless
C#m7 Me and Lamar would rob a nigga for his Jordans
D7M C#m7 Bm7 And flip it just to get these hoes another nose fix
Bm7 Now we get faded when we want, girl, we got choices
E D C#m7 Lay them on the fuckin' table, we got choices
C#m7 And if they wanna fuck my niggas, they got choices
D7M C#m7 Bm7 They told me not to fall in love, that shit is pointless
Bm7 Yeah, that shit is pointless
E D C#m7 They told me not to fall in love, that shit is pointless
C#m7 Yeah, that shit is pointless
D7M C#m7 Bm7 They told me not to fall in love, that shit is pointless [Refrão]
F#m7 Go tell your friends about it (about it)
Bm7 Go tell your friends about it (about it)
F#m7 Go tell them what you know, what you seen
F#m7 How I roll, how I get it on the low
Bm7 Go tell your friends about it (about it)
E D C#m7 Go tell your friends about it (about it)
C#m7 I'm the nigga with the hair Singing 'bout poppin' pills
D7M C#m7 Bm7 fuckin' bitches, livin' life, so trill
[Final] Bm7 E D C#m7
C#m7 D7M C#m7 Bm7
Informações da música

Composição: Dean Michael George, Kanye West, Guevara Che, Robert Lee Jr Holmes, The Weeknd, Illangelo, Dj Arkive e Carl Marshall

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