Tonalité : F# minor•
Verse 1
D
E
F#m
D
F#m
D
A
Hehehe
D
Hey, let's fuck around
F#m
Look
Verse 2
Bm
Body, body, body,
A
F#m
body (yeah)
Bm
I'ma need that right on
me (ha)
E
A
F#m
(Yeah, let's have some fun, ah)
Bm
Now body, body, body,
A
F#m
body (yeah)
A
Bm
F#m
I'ma need that right on me
A
F#m
D
(waddup)
F#m
Pick it up, she drop it low
Verse 3
A
F#m
A
D
I pick it up, she drop it low
A
I pick it up, she drop it low
F#m
I pick it up, yeah
Verse 4
F#m
Bm
A
F#m
Now, body, body, body, body
A
Bm
I'ma need that right on
E
F#m
me (look)
Bm
A
F#m
Now, body, body, body, body
Bm
I'ma need that right on me
E
F#m
(Oh now that my bag down, yeah)
Verse 5
Bm
I got love for you, we have cup for you
A
Beat it a couple times,
F#m
just having a cuff on it
Bm
I never loved women, they outta time now
A
And since I had a baby
F#m
girl, I'm in my vibe now
Bm
Who gon' fuck with us? One
of the realest niggas
A
F#m
I got a million from Nima from being independent,
Bm
feel it
Fear of God, zipper on,
E
F#m
Jay Lorenzo dog,
D
Let me get like four, bruh, uh
Folarin season, nigga stop sleeping
A
F#m
Early morning hit a ser mon,
D
that be plot speaking
Sweet pussy, sat days like I can't speak
A
F#m
Never ever, ever kiddin',
bitch I don't play
D
Tell these mad rappers,
E
I'ma lead this John Blaze
Stupid ass nigga,
F#m
that was a reference to Mase
D
Remember the days,
A
Harlem World, all the girls
D
Bm
Jealous guys still around and they in the way
Verse 6
F#m
Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty (yeah)
A
Bm
What these little bitches want from me?
E
F#m
(Do you ain't hear me? I said,
Bm
E
F#m
I
said)
Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty
What these little bitches
Bm
want from me?
E
F#m
Won't give em' a goddamn thing
Verse 7
Bm
Flows on flows, they float, they don't miss
E
F#m
Boats and hoes, my little
rubber band, bitch
Bm
Coast to coast, like John Wall and Harden
E
F#m
My dogs in Palmer Park,
put paws on your posse
Bm
Im possible is nothing, I'm livin' it up
E
Indian soul,
F#m
and shawty look like India Love
Bm
I'm into your love, I'm into your mind,
into your vibe
E
It's in your stomach,
F#m
D
and one day it'll get you to shine
Bm
The old album title
A
Was so- so with the sales,
Bm
but did it without a writer
A
D
Somebody want a problem with
Bm
us, better buy a bible or rifle
A
Bm
A
And hire a fire ass Nascar guy to drive
Bm
Yeah, I'm on my Earnhardt shit
E
Want my young niggas to
F#m
earn y'all shit
Bm
Niggas think I ain't got the
B
word out shit
E
F#m
Man, I know the little niggas
that serve y'all shit
Bm
Pull up in the Ghost at the carry- out,
bitch
E
F#m
Niggas never know about my whereabouts,
bitch
Bm
Somewhere in Carol City,
a carousel whip
E
Meaning there's so many horses
F#m
it's like a marathon, bitch
Verse 8
Bm
D
Bm
Body, body, body,
A
F#m
body (yeah)
Bm
Can I get my cheek popped,
E
A
please? Do it for my PYT
F#m
Bm
A
F#m
I wanna love you, pretty young thing
Bm
And that single still was platinum
'Cause academically they
A
fuck with me
F#m
That's why I'm struggle- free, yeah
Verse 9
Bm
They droppin' off, I'm pickin' up
E
F#m
They fallin' off, I'm fuckin' up
Bm
The fuckin' charts, they fuckin' up
E
F#m
'Cause I ain't on 'em
But me and Bonnie gon'
D
see what's up (right)
A
I hope my woman ain't scorned She
Verse 10
see me on that Tidal,
F#m
D
so her en titlement gone
I ain't findin' no wife,
A
and that's probably 'cause of myself
F#m
A
Heaven knows mental health is a detriment to my wealth,
Bm
nigga
Mahershala, let me rock
E
Shout out to Rockville,
F#m
I was out in Lincoln Park
Bm
Up in Mark Twain with the savage
E
All my friends crazy,
F#m
my bitches was the bad dest
Bm
Iceberg shit, you thought it was
one of the brothers
E
Shit ain't been the same,
F#m
since I signed to Warner Brother
Bm
Double up the hate, all the shade,
all the money
E
I'm tryna find a way to order Momma
F#m
a little daughter
Bm
Shoutout to Baltimore,
you ain't know it's like a war
E
Young niggas dy in',
F#m
they tryna weather the storm
Bm
The Chi niggas shovelin' snow
to weather the storm
E
F#m
And Chi niggas dyin' (no, no,
D
but it go like)
Bm
Body, body, bodies, bodies
Verse 11
A
Bm
D
Another black man dead in the street (hey, hey,
A
D
look)
Bm
A
Bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies
Bm
A
Bm
D
They just don't like my people
F#m
(Black lives still matter to me)
D
One time
Bm
D
They droppin' off, I'm pickin' up
E
Bm
F#m
They droppin' off, I'm pickin' up
Bm
They droppin' off,
A
Bm
I'm pickin' up (hey)
Now, body, body, bodies, bodies, what is...
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