Hercules 创作者：
Young Thug

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调：F major

Verse 1
F#m F#m 
 
Em Em 
 
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Thugger
Em Em 
 
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Em Em 
 
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The Thugger, baby
Em Em 
 
F# F# 
 
Young Metro, Young Metro,
Em Em 
 
Young Metro
D D 
 
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F# F# 
 
Metro!
Em Em 
 
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
G G 
 
And what?
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Metro Boomin   want some more, nigga

Verse 2
C#dim C#dim 
 
Sick
F#m F#m 
 
G G 
 
Shoot him in his back like
D D 
 
Ricky but not Slick
G G 
 
C#dim C#dim 
 
Spent like 7 bands on a tri-
D D 
 
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colored pit
D D 
 
Em Em 
 
D D 
 
All my signs red like a stop, nigga no pit
G G 
 
Blow the purple, nigga,
C#dim C#dim 
 
D D 
 
C#dim C#dim 
 
high     like fuckin' martians, woah
In a foreign,
D D 
 
yesterday I was just walkin', woah
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Left my baby     mama,
D D 
 
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now my bitch a Barbie, woah
D D 
 
G G 
 
Em Em 
 
All red Dickies suit,
D D 
 
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I'm ridin' down Slauson, woah
G G 
 
D D 
 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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A A 
 
D D 
 
Hercu-   Hercules
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D D 
 
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Hercu-   Hercules
Hercu- Hercules
Hercu- Hercules
Em Em 
 
D D 
 
G G 
 
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Verse 3
D D 
 
C#dim C#dim 
 
D D 
 
Em Em 
 
I        smoke gas, that's that Hercules,
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D D 
 
strong marijuana
She looked at him,
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oh now she watchin' me
D D 
 
Bitch likes my persona
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Bitch    I'm speedin' to
Em Em 
 
that guapanese
D D 
 
G G 
 
Old Chevy mounted up,
Em Em 
 
G G 
 
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I can 't forget the T
F# F# 
 
Drop the top,
Em Em 
 
shoot birds at the of  ficers
D D 
 
Fuck them boys, they costin' us,
A A 
 
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they stalkin' us
F# F# 
 
F#m F#m 
 
They know they old lady not   runnin',
Em Em 
 
they'll fall for us
G G 
 
We so tired of takin' loses,
C#dim C#dim 
 
ain't no more chalkin' up
I swear, I promise
F# F# 
 
C#dim C#dim 
 
D D 
 
YSL on ape and      they donkeys
G G 
 
A A 
 
D D 
 
These niggas pointless,
Em Em 
 
G G 
 
they want me wanted
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G G 
 
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I'm still a stone  r,
MAC and cheese on me
Em Em 
 
D D 
 
Em Em 
 
These niggas clone me, I'm full,
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Em Em 
 
but I'm still hungry
G G 
 
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Hey when the click clock,
I'll make your bitch stop
D D 
 
Ice Inside my tick tock,
Em Em 
 
boss cookies, no brisco
D D 
 
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I just bought a Cuban link,
flooded with big rocks
Em Em 
 
D D 
 
G G 
 
Bitches trying to juug at me? Well, I
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Em Em 
 
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gotta    get some,    woah shit
Em Em 
 
Sick Shoot him

Verse 4
C#dim C#dim 
 
in his back     like
D D 
 
Ricky but not Slick
Em Em 
 
C#dim C#dim 
 
Spent like 7 bands  on a
D D 
 
C#dim C#dim 
 
tri- colored pit
A A 
 
D D 
 
All my signs red like a stop, nigga no pit
G G 
 
C#dim C#dim 
 
Blow the purple, nigga,
high like fuckin' martians, woah
D D 
 
In a foreign,
Em Em 
 
D D 
 
yesterday I was just walkin', woah
G G 
 
D D 
 
Left my baby mama,
C#dim C#dim 
 
D D 
 
now my bitch    a Barbie, woah
G G 
 
Em Em 
 
All red Dickies suit,
D D 
 
E E 
 
Em Em 
 
I'm ridin' down Slauson, woah
C#dim C#dim 
 
D D 
 
Yeah,    yeah, yeah, yeah
G G 
 
Em Em 
 
D D 
 
Hercu- Hercules
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Hercu- Hercules
Hercu- Hercules
Hercu- Hercules
Em Em 
 
D D 
 

Verse 5
F#m F#m 
 
F# F# 
 
Okay first of all,
Em Em 
 
I was doin' this shit 'fore I was rich
D D 
 
I don't care at all,
A A 
 
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I'll go do a dolphin for      my clique
F# F# 
 
Fuck your conference call,
Em Em 
 
pull up with a cheque and get my sig
G G 
 
D D 
 
Double D, you dig? No firework,
A A 
 
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it was lit
D D 
 
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If there's a fuck nigga
Em Em 
 
was hatin' on  me
G G 
 
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They took     ya life and I know
D D 
 
Em Em 
 
some fuck niggas waitin' on  it
I grab that TEC,
A A 
 
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I grab that 40 and   the F&N
Em Em 
 
D D 
 
Then we pulled up ready to squabble,
G G 
 
Em Em 
 
yeah we waited on  'em
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F# F# 
 
Anaconda, we on that slime stuff,
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Em Em 
 
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here to       remind ya
D D 
 
Fucked your old lady,
Em Em 
 
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she want the finest
D D 
 
YSL, we shinin',
F# F# 
 
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Em Em 
 
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let      her stand behind us
Em Em 
 
D D 
 
Yeah my crew we rock, rock,
G G 
 
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baby you can climb us
F# F# 
 
I call my  migo, migo come and
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let      me juug through the city
D D 
 
He stuffed it with burritos and he
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let 'em fly  right to me
D D 
 
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Bitches call me Casino      but I let
'em ride 'round the city
Em Em 
 
D D 
 
Em Em 
 
She want bingo, kilo, no sweat,
G G 
 
now she can ride in the Bentley
C#dim C#dim 
 
Sick

Verse 6
F#m F#m 
 
Em Em 
 
G G 
 
Shoot him in  his back like
C#dim C#dim 
 
D D 
 
Ricky    but not Slick
G G 
 
Spent like 7 bands on
C#dim C#dim 
 
Em Em 
 
D D 
 
C#dim C#dim 
 
a tri-   colored pit
D D 
 
All my signs red like a stop,
C#dim C#dim 
 
Em Em 
 
D D 
 
nigga  no pit
G G 
 
Blow the purple, nigga,
C#dim C#dim 
 
D D 
 
C#dim C#dim 
 
high     like fuckin' mar      tians, woah
In a foreign,
D D 
 
yesterday I was just walkin', woah
C#dim C#dim 
 
Left my baby     mama,
D D 
 
C#dim C#dim 
 
now my bitch a Barbie, woah
D D 
 
Em Em 
 
All red Dickies suit,
D D 
 
C#dim C#dim 
 
I'm ridin' down Slauson, woah
G G 
 
D D 
 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
C#dim C#dim 
 
D D 
 
Hercu-   Hercules
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Hercu-   Hercules
Hercu- Hercules

Outro 1
Hercu- Hercules
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