Love or something 创作者：
Buddy
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调：A minor

Verse 1
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Dm Dm 
 
Am Am 
 
Oh, hell yeah
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Let's toast to the niggas
that do the most
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Am Am 
 
Shout out to my nigga Buddy,
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you know my boy Zeemy in here
They let me get a feature on
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Am Am 
 
this motherfucker but
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I want ya all to call Buddy and
thank him personally for me
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Am Am 
 
His numer is 310
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Am Am 
 
Aye nigga, hell nah, no way nigga
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You better not

Verse 2
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Am Am 
 
Hello, hey baby, what's your name?
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I am Buddy, only reason why you came
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Okay, today,
Am Am 
 
me and you gon' do our thing
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Oh shit, my bad,
Am Am 
 
know I'm moving hella fast
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Am Am 
 
Just get your ass off the wall and
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on the damn dance floor
You dig, let me take another sip
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Am Am 
 
Watch how I jig,
look at my feet when I dance
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Am Am 
 
Hold on, hold up, DJ play that shit again
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Am Am 
 
Wait up, slow down,
got my left hand on your butt
Alright, come on,
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Dm Dm 
 
go and have another drink with me
Am Am 
 
Pouring up  a double shot of the Hennessy
G G 
 
C C 
 
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Once I get you in my ride,
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we gon' be all night
Am Am 
 
'Fore we take it outside

Verse 3
Am Am 
 
Bb Bb 
 
Baby girl just dance
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C C 
 
Really like how you move it
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C C 
 
Wanna look at ya ass
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Dm Dm 
 
Think I'm falling in love or something
Am Am 
 
Baby girl just dance
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Dm Dm 
 
Am Am 
 
We gon' get into it
C C 
 
Let me fill up your glass
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Dm Dm 
 
And we gon' get drunk
Am Am 
 
and fuck tonight

Verse 4
Am Am 
 
Bb Bb 
 
It was all so sud den
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35 models, they was all so stunning
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Am Am 
 
Running out of bottles,
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I got five more coming
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Dm Dm 
 
Let me settle down,
I need to mind my budget
Am Am 
 
Bb Bb 
 
Better yet, fuck it, cop it all,
put it on my Visa
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I just wanna make you mine,
Am Am 
 
baby girl I need you
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On the floor we getting down,
Am Am 
 
bumping and grinding
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Dm Dm 
 
Spin your body all around,
baby we gliding
Am Am 
 
Let me stop it, I should

Verse 5
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focus on the hundreds
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Tryna get a new chain,
gotta get the money
Am Am 
 
Finna cop a new ring,
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Am Am 
 
just a lil' something
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Show these bitches I ain't playing, oh,
Am Am 
 
that nigga Buddy
Back up on his shit again,
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then I hit my dougie
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See your boy glistening, rain,
Am Am 
 
snow, or sunny
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Young nigga get it in
Am Am 
 
Filling up my cup and take
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a sip again
Am Am 
 
I ain't tripping, I ain't tripping

Verse 6
Bb Bb 
 
Baby girl just dance
Am Am 
 
Really like how you move it
Bb Bb 
 
Wanna look at ya ass
Am Am 
 
Dm Dm 
 
Think I'm falling in love or something
Am Am 
 
Aye, I said

Verse 7
hands high
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Then the sun put them hands up
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Am Am 
 
Hoes, hoes in here gon' give it up
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Whoa, smoking on weed
when we come through
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Am Am 
 
No, we don't give a fuck,
nigga fuck you
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Friends drunk too much,
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we been turning up
Am Am 
 
Aye, we ain't even done,
we ain't had enough
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Damn, everyone here only
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want one thing
Am Am 
 
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All we wanna do, baby girl just dance

Verse 8
Dm Dm 
 
Am Am 
 
Really like how you move it
Wanna look at ya ass
C C 
 
Bb Bb 
 
Dm Dm 
 
Think I'm falling in love
Am Am 
 
or something
Baby girl just dance
Bb Bb 
 
Dm Dm 
 
Am Am 
 
We gon' get into  it
C C 
 
Bb Bb 
 
Let me fill up your glass
Dm Dm 
 
And we gon' get drunk
Am Am 
 
and fuck tonight

Verse 9
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Aye, I said I'm focused
on the hundreds
Tryna get a new chain,
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gotta get the money
Am Am 
 
Bb Bb 
 
Finna get a few rings, just
Am Am 
 
a lil' something
Bb Bb 
 
Am Am 
 
Dm Dm 
 
Show these bitches I ain't playing, oh,
that nigga Buddy
Am Am 
 
Back up on his shit again,
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then I hit my dougie
Dm Dm 
 
See a nigga glistening, rain,
snow, or sunny
Am Am 
 
Bb Bb 
 
Young nigga get it in
Am Am 
 
Dm Dm 
 
Filling up my cup and take a sip again
I ain't tripping
Am Am 
 
Call a   Lyft and girl I'm getting in

Verse 10
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with ya
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Say you wanna bring a friend with ya
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Take you both to the crib,
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girl I'm about to get it in with ya
Am Am 
 
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I   don't really fuck with
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these niggas
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I'm just tryna stack these di  gits
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Baby girl I got hella shit in the mail
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Am Am 
 
Bb Bb 
 
Oh, I got hella shit in the mail
Am Am 
 
Yeah, keep it coming!
(coming, coming, coming)