Fly Out 创作者:
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne

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调:C minor
Verse 1
Gm
Gm
Cm
Cm
Gm
Gm
Eb
Eb
We here
Gm
Gm
Cm
Cm
Gm
Gm
I said we here
Cm
Cm
The back of Tha Carter
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Eb
Gm
Gm
Eb
Eb
Gm
Gm
The back of Tha Carter...
Cm
Cm
Eb
Eb
Gm
Gm
Cm
Cm
Gm
Gm
Two... Ooooh
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F
Eb
Eb
Yea... This here is... the end
Cm
Cm
of Tha Carter Two people
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F
Gm
Gm
HEY! HaHa.Yea
Verse 2
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F
I got the game on ball and chain I threw the
key in the train
I'm like the key in the truck
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Eb
I spent a G on these frames,
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D
though my vision is priceless
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Cm
Seeing through you niggaz like
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F
Gm
Gm
a fuckin psychic
Hearing through the grapevine,
niggaz wanna hate mine
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Say my name and die in the daytime
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Eb
You catch my drift,
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D
man you better be Peyton
Cm
Cm
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F
Boy the heats on,
Gm
Gm
they make a peace bond
I'm in this bitch,
throwing up the seventeenth sign
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F
Straight frowns,
no daps, strapped three times
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Eb
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D
A Tec- 11, AK 47, one Beretta,
Cm
Cm
ready for whatever
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F
Gm
Gm
Tell them pussy niggaz come together
Verse 3
Heavy wetter, nigga super soaker wetter, nigga
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F
Six feet under flowers,
you ain't nothing but a petal nigga
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Eb
I'm just a little nigga,
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D
trying to be a civil nigga
Cm
Cm
Thirty years old,
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F
Gm
Gm
shit that'll be a dif ferent nigga
Quit it Wayne, your Mom is listenin
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F
But she ain't really trippin,
'cause the pots is pissed in
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Eb
Them niggaz trippin,
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D
Cm
Cm
until the shots whistling'
Hear them bullets sizzle,
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F
Gm
Gm
like a cobra at at tention
I gotta bitch,
and quit callin women bitches
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F
As long as she don't worry
'bout the coke in the kitchen
Eb
Eb
D
D
No preventing the crime, I gotta get it
Cm
Cm
I'm admitted to the game,
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F
Gm
Gm
true playa, no quittin
There you go shittin on
a way a nigga thinkin
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F
Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin
Verse 4
Eb
Eb
And since the future
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D
ain't promised to no one
Cm
Cm
F
F
Gm
Gm
I live everyday like this is the sure one
Train in the tidal wave, this is the ocean
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F
Stand in the heat,
'til the mother fuckin snow come
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Eb
And it feels so fuckin good
Cm
Cm
Throw my dope like a rope,
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F
let them tug and pull
Gm
Gm
No
Verse 5
hope for the hopeless,
rats and roaches
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F
Runnin cross the porch,
in the attic there's a fortune
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Eb
Come and get it, automatics in motion
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Cm
We bangin for the bread nigga,
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F
Gm
Gm
even the mol ded
I got my loaf, I got my toast
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F
Chaperone of the south,
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Eb
I got my coast. Yeah
Verse 6
Cm
Cm
And until I die I'm Da. Da Da
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F
Gm
Gm
Da Da. Da BEST RAP PER ALIVE

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调音器E A D G B E
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