Celebration 创作者：
Tyga

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调：F# minor

Verse 1
Em Em 
 
A A 
 
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
C#dim C#dim 
 
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

Verse 2
Em Em 
 
Ballin' in this bitch cause I’m better
C#dim C#dim 
 
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
C#dim C#dim 
 
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
C#dim C#dim 
 
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,
C#dim C#dim 
 
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
C#dim C#dim 
 
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
C#dim C#dim 
 
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
C#dim C#dim 
 
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