Intro 创作者:
Key Glock
Key Glock

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调:Db major
Verse 1
F5
F5
C
C
Fm
Fm
Fsus4
Fsus4
(Sosa
Fm
Fm
C
C
Fm
Fm
808 made
it)
Yeah (Glock)
Yeah, yeah, okay,
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C
F
F
okay (the fuck)
Verse 2
It ain't 'bout money,
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C
it ain't no discussion
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F
Got the pocket rocket,
no time for tussling
All this money got these
C
C
bitches in love with me
Wanna fuck me, baby,
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F
but ain't no cuddling
C
C
Pillow talking Choppa chop
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F
ya like bucket shit
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C
F
F
C
C
Let it burn, let it burn,
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F
yeah, that Usher shit
I'm balling hard, nigga,
it ain't no sucker shit
Money talk, yours funny,
Verse 3
Chris Tucker shit
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F
Niggas hate me, but these
bitches be loving it
C
C
F
F
Talking 'bout you balling,
boy, you be fumbling
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C
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F
Pull up 30 deep, yeah, royal rumbling
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C
F
F
Sexy tag on the back,
had to nut on it
Lumberjack from the back
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C
when I'm cutting it
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F
Fm
Fm
Got these big ass Choppas, we like
some Russians
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F
C
C
Cookie Backwood,
I'm pouring up 'Tussin
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F
Got my MC Hammer,
you can not touch me (uh, uh)
Verse 4
Fm
Fm
F5
F5
Fm
Fm
Huh, you cannot
Fsus4
Fsus4
touch
Fm
Fm
me
Ain't no talking,
Fsus4
Fsus4
Fm
Fm
ain't no discussion
F5
F5
Brrt, bap, bap
Verse 5
Fm
Fm
F5
F5
They do what I say, yeah,
they call me Glock 'Bama
F
F
C
C
F
F
Like second plate, boy,
you better not run up
I'm getting cake and ain't
talking 'bout funnel
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C
I get more head than some
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F
goddamn bundles
Finesse him quick,
he a duck, call him Donald
C
C
F
F
Don't trust a soul,
got that from my mama
Don't trust a soul, put that on my mama
Hell, nah (uh, uh)
Verse 6
F
F
C
C
Fuck these niggas hating, I'ma get this paper
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F
I ain't saving bitches, I be saving paper
Cm
Cm
C
C
I cock, then shoot like McGrady
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F
All my niggas G's, I ain't talking Mason
C
C
I just left from Portland balling like a Blazer
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F
My niggas pocket watching,
know they'll take it
C
C
F
F
C
C
Bullets coming hot just like the queso
Fm
Fm
Pull up foreigner's and you know we had
F5
F5
Fm
Fm
to race
Fsus4
Fsus4
'em
Verse 7
Fm
Fm
Straight out it
Fsus4
Fsus4
Fm
Fm
Straight dropping, no flip
Fsus4
Fsus4
Fm
Fm
Yeah, yeah,
F
F
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Verse 8
I'm a big dog, baby, you call me Clifford
Got a FN squeezing like lemons
Watch the niggas 'cause
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C
they turning like Timmy
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F
I'm on this paper route,
you know the business
C
C
I'm the GOAT, niggas don't call me Billy
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F
I'm 'bout to buy it, nigga,
it ain't no lending
Young rich nigga act like some
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C
gremlins
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F
Got your bitch open wide like the dentist
Verse 9
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F
Since a youngin', bitch, I
been 'bout the loot
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C
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F
She ain't let me fuck,
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C
F
F
she blew me like soup
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C
Tropicana call and I got the juice
I can hotbox in a coupe with no roof
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F
C
C
Big Backwoods blow like a flute
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F
Glock hard when I cock and I shoot
C
C
Keep the rocket, let it pop like balloons
F
F
Your rent's due, nigga,
it's time to move (get out)
Verse 10
Out the mud, now I'm foreign in public
Sipping mud,
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F
blowing bud with my buddies
Flipping hoes with my boys
like the Dudleys
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F
Skinny nigga, but my pockets is chubby
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F
Ain't 'bout the money,
it ain't no discussion
Ain't talking money,
ain't talking 'bout nothing
Don't give me something,
I want all or nothing
Don't give me something, I want all or nothing

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