Trap Queen Guitar Chords Ed Sheeran & The Roots cover

Trap Queen Guitar Chords Ed Sheeran & The Roots cover

Song Title:Trap Queen

Artist:Ed Sheeran & The Roots cover

Guitar Chords Chart:

[jtab phrase=”Gm D# F Csus2″]

Trap Queen Guitar Chords Ed Sheeran & The Roots cover

Gm  D#  F  Csus2

Gm  D#  F  Csus2

      1738

Verse 1:

(Csus2)                   Gm

I’m like, “Hey, what up? Hello.”

           D#                                 F

Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in that door

             Csus2                     Gm

I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll

       D#                                 F

Married to the money, introduced her to my stove

           Csus2                             Gm

Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin’ for low

       D#                            F

She my trap queen, let her hit the bando

     Csus2                                Gm

We be countin’ up, watch how fast them bands go

       D#                              F

We just set a goal, talkin’ matchin’ Lambos

   Csus2                         Gm

50, 60 grand, prob’ a hundred grams though

       D#                                     F

Man, I swear she love it how she work the damn pole

       Csus2                         Gm

Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go

    D#                                  F

Everybody hating, we just call them fans though

       Csus2                              D#

In love with the money, I ain’t ever letting go

(D#)  Gm

  And I get high with my baby

F                       A#sus2                    D#

I just left the mall, I’m getting fly with my baby, yeah

   Gm

And I can ride with my baby

F                 A#sus2                     D#

I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

   Gm

And I get high with my baby

F                       A#sus2                    D#

I just left the mall, I’m getting fly with my baby, yeah

   Gm

And I can ride with my baby

F                 A#sus2

I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby

Verse 2:

       Gm                   D#

Hit the strip with my trap queen ’cause all we know is bands

            F             Csus2

I might just snatch a Ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb’

            Gm                   D#

I might just snatch up a necklace, drop a couple on a ring

         F                           Csus2

She ain’t wanting for nothin’ because I got her everything

       Gm              D#

And I’m off in the bando, with a ‘nero that can’t go

    F                        Csus2

Remy boys got the stamp though, countin up bands though

   Gm

How far can your bands go?

D#                                  F

Fetty Wap I’m living fifty thousand K how I stand though

Csus2                                 D#

If you checking for my pockets I’m like

(D#)   Gm

   And I get high with my baby

F                       A#sus2                    D#

I just left the mall, I’m getting fly with my baby, yeah

   Gm

And I can ride with my baby

F                 A#sus2                     D#

I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

   Gm

And I get high with my baby

F                       A#sus2                    D#

I just left the mall, I’m getting fly with my baby, yeah

   Gm

And I can ride with my baby

F                 A#sus2

I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby

Verse 1:

         Gm

Like, “Hello.”

           D#                                 F

Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in that door

             Csus2                     Gm

I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll

       D#                                 F

Married to the money, introduced her to my stove

           Csus2                             Gm

Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin’ for low

       D#                            F

She my trap queen, let her hit the bando

     Csus2                                Gm

We be countin’ up, watch how fast them bands go

       D#                              F

We just set a goal, talkin’ matchin’ Lambos

   Csus2                         Gm

50, 60 grand, prob’ a hundred grams though

       D#                                     F

Man, I swear she love it how she work the damn pole

       Csus2                         Gm

Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go

    D#                                  F

Everybody hating, we just call them fans though

       Csus2                              Gm

In love with the money, I ain’t ever letting go

(Gm)D#                                     F

I be smoking dope, you know Backwoods what I roll

    Csus2                            Gm

Remy Boyz, Fetty eating shit up that’s fasho

        D#                               F

I’ll run in ya house, then I’ll fuck your hoe

    Csus2

Remy Boyz or nothing, Remy Remy Boys or

D#    Gm

  And I get high with my baby

F                       A#sus2                    D#

I just left the mall, I’m getting fly with my baby, yeah

   Gm

And I can ride with my baby

F                 A#sus2                     D#

I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

   Gm

And I get high with my baby

F                       A#sus2                    D#

I just left the mall, I’m getting fly with my baby, yeah

   Gm

And I can ride with my baby

F                 A#sus2

I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby

D# Gm  F A#sus2    D#

      1738,         1738

Gm                    F

   Got a sack for us to roll

A#sus2   D#

     1738

6 years ago

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