90210 (feat. Kacy Hill) chords by Travis Scott

Intro Bm  C  Am
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Mhm, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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Mama's bailing down that road, craving 90210
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She a porn star girl, oh, from the valley
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Who left her hometown world all for that alley
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Oh, created Lake Tahoe all from her panties
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Ooh, used to take the long way home, long way home, all for that
C    Am
candy
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Baby's hooked on feeling low
Bm    G     C
  Do, do, do

Do, doo
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  Jacques turn La Flame, now he rolling on an Addy
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 Fifty on a chain, 'nother fifty on a Caddy, oh
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He might pop him a pill, pop him a seal, pop anyone
              Am                      Bm
Pop anything, pop anything to find an alley
                        C    Am
Hmm, yeah, then find an alley
Bm                 Em      C  Am
  Baby's hooked on feeling low
Bm        Em
  Do, do, do
C    Am
 Do, doo

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In the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley
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In the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley, ooh
         Bm
It's the superstar girl
                                C    Am
Superstar girl, roaming in that alley
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In the 90210, 90210, somewhere in that alley

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My granny called, she said "Travie, you work too hard
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I'm worried you'll forget about me"
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I'm falling in and out of cars, don't worry, I'ma get it, granny
                      Bb
What happened? now my daddy happy, mama called me up
                                   Dm
That money coming and she love me, I done made it now
                                 Gm
I done found life's meaning now, all them her heart'd break
                        Am
Her heart not pieces now, friends turning into fraud niggas
Bb7M
 Practicing, have the passion, you niggas packaged different
Dm
 All you niggas, you niggas want the swag, you can't have it
Gm
 I'ma sell it, you niggas salary 'bout to cap, bitch
Am
 Youngest nigga outta Houston at the Grammys
Bb7M
 Smiling at 'em laughing at me
                     Dm
I passed the rock to Ye, he pump faked and passed it back, bitch
                   Gm
All of this off of rapping, 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
                     Gm
Cuzzo said we in the store, yeah, we 'bout to drop a 4
                         Am
He pass the cigarette, I choke
                        Bb
Tell my auntie put them Ports down, them Ports down
                           Dm
Now you know you love your own now
                                                       Gm
Hit the stage, they got their hands up, don't put your nose down
                                                      Am
I ain't knockin' a nigga, I knocked the door down, for sure now

Hardcore, I swear they counting on me
Bb
 Gold chains, gold rings, I got an island on me
Dm
 Houses on me, he got them ounces on him
Gm
 Holy father, come save these niggas, I'm styling on 'em
Am
 Good lord, I see my good fortune in all these horses
            Bb
I'm driving too fast to stop, so all these signs, I ignore them
        Dm
Distant sky, from north of the border, my chips is in order
       Gm                                               Am
My mom's biggest supporter so now niggas support a nigga

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