Tonalité : C# minor
Verse 1
Cm
Yeah, Friday, he's back in the building
Fm
Hell, Fram, he's back in the building
Say, we're back in the building,
Cm
get back
C
Cm
Uh, we're just harder than ever
Ain't no squadron that's better
How we dodging together
Fm
Through this horrible weather
When we move, it just proves
That these dudes just confused
Cm
They all talk shit, these dorks still
Walk in these shoes
C
I'm kooky to a range
The hooptie for the rain
Get the groupies loosey -doosey,
Fm
you're a cutie's what they say
That's Louie, Gucci, Coochie
Cm
when I'm moving through the lane Versace so I'm cocky,
big Medusa's on the frame, man
Listen, J's connected,
way respect the grayest necklace
C
Cm
DJ's need to break your record,
Fm
they don't need to break your record
C
You rappers are funny,
Fm
go act for the money
Cm
Plus you wack,
you ain't putting out crack
Those are dummies,
C
Cm
I go from car to car, please
Plus some V's,
C
you don't start with car keys
Cm
C
Fm
And the hardest Barclays just
C
Fm
C
dodging palm trees
Fm
With the top down for so long,
Cm
I deserve Mardi Gras beads
Bb
Cm
Please, I'm still that same n***a,
C
same n***a, flame spitter
Cm
Listen, it's major, you hate her,
C
Fm
lane switcher, dame hitter
Move with the mag and dot em'
Cm
Ruthless and casket boxin' prick,
I'm back
It's a wrap, Houston,
we have a problem
C
Cm
Bitch, it's harder than ever
Fm
Ain't no squadron, it's better
Cm
How we dodging and capper
Fm
Through this horrible weather
When we move, it just proves
Cm
C
Cm
that these dudes
C
Cm
C
Fm
Cm
I'm in the back of the phantom,
smokin' pounds of purple
C
Fm
Your life real cheap, it cost a dollar, murk you
C
I always keep a backpack,
Fm
I live on the road
Cm
Circus shit I just won't do,
I live by the codes
C
Cm
You know I'm worldwide now,
so you can't hide now
C
Cm
I got gangstas in the natty
Fm
down in Chi -town
Cm
Fm
Get Midwest love from Midwest thugs
Cm
And my niggas, they live off weed,
bitch -pressed drugs
C
Mad at me cause I don't love em,
I fuck em
Cm
I don't chase em, I duck em,
C
Cm
then replace em with another one
Fm
Stupid bitch,
Cm
she kept calling me killin'
Fm
Cm
My name is Hal Rell,
she was all on my dick
Got product in Flint, around the town
Them ox fuck up the towers,
they also fucked up the prices
Fm
Cm
Fm
Cm
I make it
hard for you to breathe, brother
C
Cm
Flowers and dirt
you can sleep under
My weed is purple, yellow diamonds,
Fm
green hummers
Word to my nigga son,
and I'll kill your son
Cm
Smack your big brother, spit on him,
tell him get his gun
This is my house, now no moving in
C
Cm
I give these niggas crack lessons,
Fm
don't tutor it
Cm
Sell X's and O's without being in love
Fm
Cm
I take a nap on a yacht,
you fall asleep in the tub, nigga
Rich is harder than ever
Fm
Ain't no squadron is better
Cm
How we dodging together
Fm
Through this horrible weather
When we move it just proves
That these dudes just confused
Cm
They all talk shit
Outro 1
These dorks let them walk in their shoes
Cm
Fm
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