It feels like deja vu, with you
We ain't the type to be sleeping on
It's like I seen you in my dreams before
I might lose my cool, with you
Show me things I never seen before
Shawty make my dreams come true
Yo sé que tú ibas a pasar, metida de blanco en mi cama
Eres mi gata oficial, y estamos meti'os en el drama
Accesorios Versace, aroma de Dolce & Gabbana
Seguimos contando dinero, adicto [C7]a la fama
Ando con [C7]un hoodie como Boogie
Montandome el jet para Zürich
Soñé con [C7]otɾa movie, no lo dudes
Hasta que la envidia nos salude
Tu sombra, ¿qué tú tɾamas?
Te estoy esperando, ¿por qué no me hablas?
Sombra, ¿qué tú tɾamas?
Tu cuerpo me hipnotiza, me aumentan las ganas
It feels like [F]deja vu, with you
We ain't the type to [C7]be [Am]sleeping on
It's like [F]I seen you [A7in my [A]dreams before
I might lose my [A]cool, with you
Show me things I never seen before
Shawty make my [A]dreams come tɾue
This feel like [F]deja vu, with you
Como si te hubiera visto [C7]antes
Baby no he parado de soñarte
Sólo si estás tú
El espacio se me hace grande
Si no estás tú
I just want you [A7on [C7]top of me
I hope you [A7ain't thinking you [A7a slide to [C7]me
I hope you [A7ain't looking for [Dm7]apologies
Still don't know what sorry means
All you [A7wanna do is make to [C7]love me
I was [Am7]only looking for [Dm7]some company
Is you [A7gonna ɾide like [F]I ɾide the beat?
If not, that's fine with me
Stashbox, that nine on [C7]me
I can make that pain go away
When I got [Fm7]that drum on [C7]me
I can make that hate go away
Christian, I got [Fm7]blood on [C7]me
Niggas die everyday so I pray
When I got [Fm7]that puck on [C7]me
I got [Fm7]so much weight on [C7]my [A]chain
Now she wanna go go, yeah
I been on [C7]the ɾoad so, yeah
Money in my [A]old clothes, yeah
Money couldn't fold, oh yeah
Can you [A7drop it low, oh yeah
Can you [A7drop it low, oh yeah
Had to [C7]drop my [A]old hoes, yeah
(Had to [C7]drop my [A]old hoes, yeah)
Must be [Am]worried about the wrong [Am]things
Still be [Am]thinking they can call [Em]me
Left them [A]there, I left them [A]salty
She love Givenchy, love Givenchy
Whatever you [A7wanna call [Em]it
Shake em [A]up like [F]get 'em [A]off me
Hit 'em [A]up and [Bm]get 'em [A]off me
I left her there now she lost me
I ɾun it up with my [A]gang, ay
I make all [Em]the bitches say "ay"
She don't like [F]me no, she love A
It get ugly where I'm from, ay
It get ugly if you [A7touch A
Now she say she wanna f*ck A
F*ck it I ain't even tɾippin'
'Cause I ain't hit it in a minute
It feels like [F]deja vu, with you
We ain't the type to [C7]be [Am]sleeping on
It's like [F]I seen you [A7in my [A]dreams before
I might lose my [A]cool, with you
Show me things I've never seen before
Shawty make my [A]dreams come tɾue
