Who Do We Think We Are Acordes

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Who Do We Think We Are, baby Tell me, Who Do We Think We Are. 

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We play, while I imagine, it's the only way we, we know. 
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Let's take the night fantastic light it up, tell me boy, explode. 

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We love we love we love the stars We could fall so hard. 
          Ab                                                                                   Gm 
The dreams that makes me joy the house, the cards Working off so hard, yeah. 

      Ab                Gm 
And i, i'm not afraid to fly. 
                Ab                                                                            Gm   
Here we are in the air, barely breeze hanging where Now this place in time. 

                                         Ab                                                           Gm 
Who Do We Think We Are, baby Tell me, Who Do We Think We Are. 
                                         Ab                                                           Gm 
Who Do We Think We Are, baby Tell me, Who Do We Think We Are. 

       Ab                                                                            Gm 
We got a lot of nerve girl We walk around here like we own this place. 

Ab 
See my jewels dripping on my Timberlands. 
Ab 
Stepping like a criminal, success is so imminent. 
Gm 
Pink champagne, black Rolls Royce. 
Gm 
Eggplant double breasted suit from Tom Ford. 
Ab 
Bon voyage, left haters in the fog. 
Ab 
Look up in the sky, bet you recognize a boss. 
Gm 
Look into my eyes as I fantasize for us. 
Gm 
Still actin shy like this is summer class crush. 
Ab 
Money comin fast, I never in a rush, no. 
Ab 
Plus another twenty in the tuck. 
Gm 
Send me in a truck, another forty on the wrist. 
Gm 
Quarter-mill on my mind got me livin like I pitch. 
Ab 
Dodging Robin Givens, balling like I Roger Clemens. 
Ab 
Still in the game, uniform all linen. 
Gm 
She get Chanel, ski trips to Ville. 
Gm 
Only the highest grade, like trees that I inhale. 

      Ab                Gm 
And i, i'm not afraid to fly. 
                Ab                                                                            Gm   
Here we are in the air, barely breeze hanging where Now this place in time. 

                                         Ab                                                           Gm 
Who Do We Think We Are, baby Tell me, Who Do We Think We Are. 
                                         Ab                                                           Gm 
Who Do We Think We Are, baby Tell me, Who Do We Think We Are.