Tonalité : F minor
Verse 1
Em
You really think that?
Alright, well peep this shit though,
really though.
It ain't even like what you thought,
you know what saying?
You gotta work for this shit.
F
Em
It's like you better hustle and
make your shit work, boy.
Now move it, hustle, hustle.
F
Em
Can nothing ever touch you.
You say it with me, don't you let
that motherfucker up here.
Unless you wanna see a chump tonight,
F
Em
you know tonight might be the rest of your life.
F
Hot shit, bitches talk shit.
Em
Scared to make a move,
C
daily lyrics toxic.
Em
Now, what you wanna do?
F
Everybody fuckin' move!
Em
I'ma bone crush your ass,
cause I'm never scared of you
Truth, she's a fine dude,
F
dude I can fronto
Em
You might've caught me slippin',
tongue kissin' by the fronto
F
Oh no, he didn't, windows just tinted
Em
Cot ton's all smokin' and we
C
all got suspended
Em
Fuck high school like
your wack -ass crew
You're mad we funded by the streets
C
where we masked through
Em
Watch it pass through when
they got ass too
Yeah, the underground changed cause
they wasn't feelin' you
Baby's 22,
for the money what she'll do?
Cause she's dyin' just to fit in
The past will catch you,
like who the fuck is this?
Blastin' me at six in the morning,
car shakin' like it's transformin'
Screw your trunk tight,
F
cause my neighbor cannon lights
Em
And blows a fuckin' hole big as wishes,
boy, I'll fight
F
I'll do what you want but I'm stuck,
Em
C
hey
Em
No movin', hustle, hustle,
F
Em
can a thing ever touch you?
You say it with me, don't you let
that motherfucker up here
Unless you wanna see a jump tonight
If not, you got no business
C
holdin' a mind
Em
We stompin' through, what
the fuck is wrong with you?
Get your ass up off the wall like
C
Michael's trying to battle you
Em
F
You're defeated, better just beat it
Em
Like your girl
Matt, you sleeping on the couch heated
How you pussy listen,
still be a pussy bitch
Let's missy that,
work it out and shave your hairy itch
Ty
Ty, check him out the class bar
And watch him lose it quick
like a hammer fastball
B
Em
You can't touch this, like
Roots'
F
Millions
Wits
Em
Do everything with nothing
left to amount to it
Rich is the poor, like
Arthur's
Deli
More
You'll be looking at my tin when
C
I'm punching through your door
Em
But that's a real finger fuck,
F
and I will leave him stuck
Em
Like I'm
Argos on
Cuba making boat -sided trucks
Just to turn your ass back,
F
swing and give that ass a smack
Em
Drop it to the floor,
C
prisoner views picture that
Em
Court -martial you,
F
though you only taking orders
Em
Like I'm glad they never found
the pics of me and
Barbara's daughters
F
Exposed I'm
Barbara
Em
F
Walters, I'm really just a freak
Em
All day I dream about sex,
C
Adidas on my feet
Em
I'ma walk this way from dudes
F
looking like late days
Em
Bitching about what they don't got,
like the dues they'd ever pay
Now that's fake, like
F
Pam's titties when she shakes
Em
Still, love them like they real
Backstabbers gonna break
and invite that
Make them go
We're movin' on so hustle
F
Em
can nothing ever touch you
You say it with me don't you let them
motherfuckers up it
Unless you wanna see a jump tonight
F
Em
Can't be afraid for the rest of my life
Yeah we're movin' on so hustle
F
Em
can nothing ever touch you
You say it with me don't you let
them motherfuckers up it
Unless you wanna see a jump tonight
F
Em
I can't be afraid for the rest of my life
B
Em
Yeah, I'm movin' on so hustle
F
Em
Can nothing ever touch you
You stayin' with me, don't you let
them motherfuckers up here
Unless you wanna see a jump tonight
F
If not,
Em
C
Em
they got no business holdin' a mic
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