JUNGE BALLER (ft Haaland936, SIRA) - Ski Aggu, guitar chords

Published: 2024-08-06 14:09
Selection chords: Ethan Cooper

Intro:
(Hey, SIRA)
Yeah, ah
Ski Aggu, I wear football shoes at parties, yeah

Verse:
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2006, stick Podolski in the Panini album
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2010, only hanging out at the soccer field, not on the Internet
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2014, motorcade, driving over the Kuʼdamm
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In the club 2ʼ21, getting kicked out like German football stars (Oh man)
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I order for all the bros at the host
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Because Iʼm a young baller just like Florian Wirtz (Ah, ah)
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And itʼs too early to grow up, dude
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Forever a fella from Berlin just like Rüdiger

Pre-chorus:
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Presto Nikes, tracksuit, street stories
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I get blue in the city, yеah, I signed Haaland, uh (Pow, pow, pow)
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Ghetto style, wavy long hair, pеrfectly sitting
          Am                                              G        F
In my right hand a cigarette, my cousin in my left (Bap-bap, bap-bap, bap)

Chorus:
Am                                 G        F
(Oh-oh) Bap-bap, bap-bap, bap, bap
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Peugeot motor scooter, thirty degrees, make rebellion
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(Oh-oh) Bap-bap, bap-bap, bap, bap
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New tracksuit, new lifestyle, but the same team

Verse:
One Riesling, she wants us to get intimate, eh
Four beers and the whole team sings, eh
"Shalala, shalala," weʼre feeling so good
Back then I felt like a pro in my Nike Tiempo shoes
Got zero on the sides, soccer cage, joga bonito
Aggu, Haaland, weʼll end as legends just like Toni Kroos (Abow)
In my favorite bar with a 6PM jersey
Shouting: "Fuck a Nazi," uh, and: "Fuck the referee"

Pre-chorus:
Presto Nikes, tracksuit, street stories
I get blue in the city, yeah, I signed Haaland, uh (Pow, pow, pow)
Ghetto style, wavy long hair, perfectly sitting
In my right hand a cigarette, my cousin in my left (Bap-bap, bap-bap, bap)

Chorus:
(Oh-oh) Bap-bap, bap-bap, bap, bap
Peugeot motor scooter, thirty degrees, make rebellion
(Oh-oh) Bap-bap, bap-bap, bap, bap
New tracksuit, new lifestyle, but the same team

Outro:
(Oh-oh) Bap-bap, bap-bap, bap-bap
Bap-bap, bap-bap, bap, bap (Oh-oh)