Out my way accords par
Juice Wrld
Juice Wrld

N/A31 vues
Tonalité : Bb minor
Verse 1
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Ayy, we up, ayy
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Max, c'mon we gotta do
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one take and shit
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I don't even need no lean so
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pump it up
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Uh, yeah, count it, yeah
Verse 2
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New nigga on the block,
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yeah I got my Glocky
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Look like I've been locked up,
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arms kinda stocky
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Wrist on rocky,
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wish a nigga tried to stop me
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Usain Bolt with the glizzy it's
a track meet
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Make him take off like Migos
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In the kitchen whippin' up the bricks,
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servin' kilos
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If I gotta get in your door
I pick the key- hole
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Full of shit, bitches,
boy these hoes like A- holes
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Every day I wake up,
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thinkin' 'bout the Pesos
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Gettin' bankrolls, sayin' RIP to Bankroll,
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keep the dank rolled
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Codeine in the double cup I'm sippin',
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ayy
Stevie Wonder,
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it's gonna take away my vision, ayy
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Double 07, with that Glock, I
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got precision, ayy
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You be talkin' 'bout the shit, when I been did it,
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ayy
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Free my niggas in that jam (yeah)
I don't give a shit,
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and I don't give a Hoover damn
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Last bitch said I was n't shit, she
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wanna let me cram (bitch)
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Hit it from the back, oh yes, ah yeah
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Chopper make your brains turn to eggs,
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I had a feelin' they was gon' switch up,
Will I Am
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Two pints of Wockhardt, sealed up,
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in my hand
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Clean nig ga, but I'm sippin'
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'til I do the muddy dance
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Broke nig ga,
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I got rich and now I do the money dance
Feel like Hugh Hefner, these bitches
finna do the bunny dance
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On the dick, for a trick, then after
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that she fucked her friend
I ain't gonna trick off no bitch,
I don't pay, I just get in
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I ain't really usually the one to be talking my shit, but
Verse 3
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think I'm finna talk my shit one
time for the one time
Two times,
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maybe a few times
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Ruinin' careers, man this shit easy
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What my nigga Davis say, this shit beyond me,
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yo, ayy
Verse 4
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Okay I'm back in, getting it crackin',
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with ya broad
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After she helped me get my rocks off, she
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fucked the squad
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They think I'm a bitch because they heard the
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sad songs, that's a façade
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I'm on them niggas that'll have
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an atheist screamin' out to God
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I don't want no problems, really,
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I'm just tryna get my sack up
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But if it's a problem,
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bruh gon' come and shoot you from the neck up
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That bitch a lil' giraffe the way she
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bend over and neck us
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Got killers, Texas silver black
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berettas if they disrespect us
Verse 5
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Way, way, way, way, way, way
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Out my way, way, way,
way (fuck out my way)
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Way, way, way, way,
way, way (bitch, way)
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Out my way, way, way,
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way (get the fuck out my way)
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Way, way, way, way,
way, way (bitch, way)
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Out my way, way,
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way, way (get the fuck out my way)
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Way, way, way, way,
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way, way (c'mon)
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Out my way, way, way,
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way, c'mon (get the fuck out my way)

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