Tonalité : F# minor•
Verse 1
F#m
Oh yeah, uh -huh
And you got Wrote the Vandross on it
D
F#m
And you got Hollywood chisel on it
And we bout to put some swag on it
Please believe me
C#m
D
F#m
Oh man, I'm on my level right now
Hold up, hold this cup for me Hugh Orleans
D
F#m
Let me have the love,
my strap on my lap
And I'm ridin' in the coupe,
C#m
yeah I'm feelin' bulletproof
D
And my swag through the roof, yeah
F#m
I just pulled a four up in my big blue
D
My jury on bling
E
and my swag through the roof
A
F#m
My strap on my lap
and I'm ridin' in the coupe
C#m
I'm feelin' bulletproof
D
and my swag through the roof
F#m
I just pulled a four up in my big blue
D
My jury on bling
E
and my swag through the roof
A
F#m
I'm ridin' through the jungle,
we call it uptown
C#m
D
Legs sittin' 26 inches off the ground
F#m
Truck smell like I'm transportin'
bout 20 pounds
D
That's that granddaddy Kush
E
got that smellin' so loud
A
Run up on me,
F#m
you gon' hear that blocka blocka plow
Bm
F#m
C#m
I feel sorry for your mama,
F#m
C#m
D
she got one less child
F#m
Jizzle been wild, jizzle been loose
D
Since I was 15, nigga,
F#m
E
jizzle been the truth
A
F#m
Start callin' it bling bling,
now everybody see
C#m
I don't even be trippin',
D
that's how real niggas play
F#m
When you speakin' of jizzle,
no one can do it better
D
I take this swag shit to a
F#m
E
whole nother level
A
F#m
I'm a trendsetter, I'm a go -getter
Bm
F#m
C#m
I'm a ho -flipper,
D
never been a ho -nigga
C#m
I fuck with zero,
F#m
make it do what it do
D
Put your hands in the air
G
F#m
if you swag through the roof
My strap on my lap
and I'm ridin' in the coupe
C#m
I'm feelin' bulletproof
D
in my swag through the roof
F#m
I just pulled a four -up in my big blue
D
My tree around bling
E
in my swag through the roof
A
F#m
My strap on my lap
and I'm ridin' in a coupe
C#m
I'm feelin' bulletproof
D
and my swag through the roof
F#m
I just pulled a four -up in my big blue
D
I just around home
E
and my swag through the roof
A
D
I don't know about you,
F#m
but my swag through the roof
Bm
F#m
I'm a ballin' as s nigga,
A
F#m
it's disrespectful to drink a deuce
D
Man, my cup so heavy,
F#m
feel like I'm liftin' weights
to hit that bitch
Bm
Codeine only, if it's K -Ro,
E
we don't sip that shit
A
F#m
And if we're smokin',
it's nothin' less than the best
Bm
F#m
C#m
Better be careful how you hit it,
D
it'll leave a hole in your chin
F#m
Bm
Don't playin' no games,
F#m
we all about our currency
D
One of your goons might be my goon,
E
it's gon' be hard to murder me
A
F#m
In Houston, you my nigga,
in New Orleans, you my round
Bm
F#m
C#m
In Los Angeles, it's a burner,
D
but in New York, it's a four -pound
F#m
I ain't worried about no jacker,
I might jack one of they bitches
I'm an MVP coach
D
cause I got a defense,
E
they can't get past
A
F#m
I done calmed down a whole lot,
but I used to wild out with
bloody blood
C#m
Collecting that dope money
D
every first and fifteenth of the month
Now I'm getting so money,
Bm
F#m
an d hoe money,
all of that equal to road money
G
I'm down on my last gallon,
F#m
C#m
drank man go ahead and get one more
D
F#m
D
E
A
F#m
C#m
D
F#m
D
E
And my swag grill rules
A
F#m
You gon' see me in Louis
You gon' see me in Gucci
C#m
You gon' see me in Caesar
A
C#m
D
Might see me in some Coochie
F#m
Ladookie is a beast,
I be going hard with it
D
Swag grill ain't the clothes,
E
you gotta be born with it
A
F#m
I look so mean, I look so good
C#m
D
You see I make them Levi's look so good
F#m
You know what's understood,
don't need to be explained
D
E
I rock that dick, it fit like a nigga gang bang
A
F#m
And I'ma stay dry,
cuz don't fuck with that wet, man
C#m
And I'm so fly,
A
D
I should've been born a jet plane
F#m
When it come to money,
I'ma get all I can get, man
D
If you got good credit,
E
I'll even accept a check, man
A
F#m
I'm cooler than a popsicle
in the freezer on December 25th
C#m
Yeah, they call me Mr. Ruffle,
D
cuz I'm all about my chill
F#m
I got a gangster swag, homie,
I know you wanna be me
D
But you can't inherit this,
E
A
you can only see it on TV
F#m
My on my lap and I'm
ridin' in the coupe
Bm
F#m
I'm feelin' bulletproof
and my swag through the roof
D
F#m
C#m
I just pulled a four up in my big blue
Bm
A
F#m
My jury on blue
G
F#m
D
and my swag through the roof
E
F#m
My strap on my lap
and I'm ridin' in the coupe
C#m
I'm feelin' bulletproof
D
and my swag through the roof
F#m
I just pulled a four up in my big blue
D
My jury on blue
E
A
D
and my swag through the roof you
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AccordeurE A D G B E
AccordsF#m D C#m E A...
F#m
D
C#m
E
A
Bm
G
Capo: 2
Transposer: 0
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