Intro accords par
Key Glock
Key Glock

N/A1 vues
Tonalité : Db major
Verse 1
F#5
F#5
C#
C#
Gbm
Gbm
Gbsus4
Gbsus4
(Sosa
Gbm
Gbm
Db
Db
Gbm
Gbm
808 made
it)
Yeah (Glock)
Yeah, yeah, okay,
Db
Db
Gb
Gb
okay (the fuck)
Verse 2
It ain't 'bout money,
Db
Db
it ain't no discussion
Gb
Gb
Got the pocket rocket,
no time for tussling
All this money got these
Db
Db
bitches in love with me
Wanna fuck me, baby,
Gb
Gb
but ain't no cuddling
Db
Db
Pillow talking Choppa chop
Gb
Gb
ya like bucket shit
Db
Db
Gb
Gb
Db
Db
Let it burn, let it burn,
Gb
Gb
yeah, that Ush er shit
I'm balling hard, nigga,
it ain't no sucker shit
Money talk, yours funny,
Verse 3
Chris Tucker shit
Gb
Gb
Niggas hate me, but these
bitches be loving it
Db
Db
Gb
Gb
Talking 'bout you balling,
boy, you be fumbling
Db
Db
Gb
Gb
Pull up 30 deep, yeah, royal rumbling
Db
Db
Gb
Gb
Sexy tag on the back,
had to nut on it
Lumberjack from the back
Db
Db
when I'm cut ting it
Gb
Gb
Gbm
Gbm
Got these big ass Choppas, we like
some Russians
Gb
Gb
Db
Db
Cookie Backwood,
I'm pouring up 'Tussin
Gb
Gb
Got my MC Hammer,
you can not touch me (uh, uh)
Verse 4
Gbm
Gbm
Gb5
Gb5
Gbm
Gbm
Huh, you cannot
Gbsus4
Gbsus4
touch
F#m
F#m
me
Ain't no talking,
F#sus4
F#sus4
F#m
F#m
ain't no discussion
F#5
F#5
Brrt, bap, bap
Verse 5
F#m
F#m
F#5
F#5
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
C#
C#
I get more head than some
F#
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
F#
F#
I ain't saving bitches, I be saving paper
C#m
C#m
C#
C#
I cock, then shoot like McGrady
F#
F#
All my niggas G's, I ain't talking Mason
C#
C#
I just left from Portland balling like a Blazer
F#
F#
My niggas pocket watching,
know they'll take it
C#
C#
F#
F#
C#
C#
Bullets coming hot just like the queso
F#m
F#m
Pull up foreigner's and you know we had
F#5
F#5
F#m
F#m
to race
F#sus4
F#sus4
'em
Verse 7
F#m
F#m
Straight out it
F#sus4
F#sus4
F#m
F#m
Straight dropping, no flip
F#sus4
F#sus4
Gbm
Gbm
Yeah, yeah,
Gb
Gb
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
Db
Db
they turning like Timmy
Gb
Gb
I'm on this paper route,
you know the business
Db
Db
I'm the GOAT, niggas don't call me Billy
Gb
Gb
I'm 'bout to buy it, nigga,
it ain't no lending
Young rich nigga act like some
Db
Db
gremlins
Gb
Gb
Got your bitch open wide like the dentist
Verse 9
Gb
Gb
Since a youngin', bitch, I
been 'bout the loot
Db
Db
Gb
Gb
She ain't let me fuck,
Db
Db
Gb
Gb
she blew me like soup
Db
Db
Tropicana call and I got the juice
I can hotbox in a coupe with no roof
Gb
Gb
Db
Db
Big Backwoods blow like a flute
Gb
Gb
Glock hard when I cock and I shoot
Db
Db
Keep the rocket, let it pop like balloons
Gb
Gb
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,
Gb
Gb
blowing bud with my buddies
Flipping hoes with my boys
like the Dudleys
Gb
Gb
Skinny nigga, but my pockets is chubby
Gb
Gb
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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AccordsF#5 C# Gbm Gbsus4 Db...