1980 Flow: accordi di
Yung Bleu
Yung Bleu

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Tonalità: D# minor
Verse 1
Dm
Dm
Bb
Bb
Csus4
Csus4
1980
Dm
Dm
Bb
Bb
Csus4
Csus4
C
C
flow vandross
Dm
Dm
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Verse 2
Bb
Bb
All this money give me confidence That I never had
you get money
Csus4
Csus4
C
C
you get enemies that you never had
Dm
Dm
Tell the valet to park the Lambo'
Bb
Bb
Where he park the Jag'
My niggas back to back
Csus4
Csus4
C
C
Pour up the D'usse for my
Dm
Dm
niggas gone
Know you had a taste of this life
Bb
Bb
But you ain't get to see the peak
C
C
So we gon' drink up tonight
Dm
Dm
And pop a bottle to success
In all my other endeavors
Bb
Bb
And show the fuck out on these
C
C
Pussy niggas ain't on my level
Gm
Gm
We showed the city love
in a new car
Bb
Bb
I showed my ass off like I'm City Girls
Csus4
Csus4
C
C
I blew his head off tryna show
Dm
Dm
Off for a pretty girl
I'm underrated, on this album
Bb
Bb
I'ma show the world
C
C
Stay on my pivot, be realistic
Dm
Dm
I paint this picture so vivid
I might blow the world
Bb
Bb
My baby mama tellin' me she
C
C
Want a lil' girl
Dm
Dm
Plus I been in and out of child
Support court with my first son
Bb
Bb
I'm fighting for custody
C
C
I don't want 'em to hurt none'
Gm
Gm
The way that I been prayin'
I should go to church some
Bb
Bb
C
C
Keep it going, it's just first one,
Dm
Dm
yeah
Verse 3
Bb
Bb
And I feel like a lot of people
C
C
Dm
Dm
Don't know shit 'bout my life
Bb
Bb
So I gotta fill you motherfuckers in
Csus4
Csus4
C
C
Dm
Dm
Bb
Bb
Csus4
Csus4
C
C
You gon' feel it
Verse 4
Dm
Dm
Live from the city like it's
Fox 10 breaking news
Bb
Bb
C
C
I'm from a city where every
Murder don't make the news
Dm
Dm
Gotta take the game how it come,
no
You can't make the rules
Bb
Bb
Mama got no gas in the car
C
C
That's why I'm late for school
Gm
Gm
Had to get some money to prosper
So I could make a move
Bb
Bb
Might as well don't send
C
C
a deposit
If I can't take a tool
Dm
Dm
Mama raised a real ass nigga but
She ain't make a fool
Bb
Bb
You can lie your whole fuckin' life
C
C
But you gotta face the truth
Dm
Dm
Light some candles up in the studio
'fore I face the booth
Bb
Bb
I'll take the beat up Honda
C
C
Before I take the coupe
Dm
Dm
I'm just tryna be low- key, yeah
Bb
Bb
Csus4
Csus4
C
C
Don't give a fuck if you know me,
yeah
Gm
Gm
I know you never believed
Bb
Bb
I would ever achieve mama,
she was broke
C
C
It was a blessing that I was conceived
Dm
Dm
Wrinkles in my jeans
I went through struggles
you never perceived
Bb
Bb
Back by any means
C
C
They tried to shackle my
wrists to my knees
Dm
Dm
Travel overseas to get a
bag
Bb
Bb
Of some Mexican tree
Probably fuck a bitch
Csus4
Csus4
'cause she exotic
Dm
Dm
No tellin' with me fuck security
I gotta keep me a felon with me
Bb
Bb
Bitches on my dick like voodoo
Dm
Dm
I got the skeleton key
I speak from the root
It's so clean just like medical leaves
Bb
Bb
Hanging with a clique of thug
C
C
Dm
Dm
Niggas who treacherous theive
Plus I'm with a bitch who can't
Pronounce all her S's and T's
Bb
Bb
C
C
Bilingual, no singles, no jingle
Gm
Gm
Nigga, this the album
Bb
Bb
Told Columbia pick up the check
And this the outcome
C
C
Dm
Dm
Every nigga tried to come against me
They got outdone
Bossing through the party with some
Bb
Bb
Guns you can't outrun
C
C
Dm
Dm
This that Big Pun, this that '95 Biggie
Mack Milly, ride with me
Bb
Bb
When I'm slidin' through the city
C
C
Dm
Dm
I know niggas wanna get me
I'll smack a bitch silly
Bb
Bb
Csus4
Csus4
And bitch, I'm really worth a
C
C
Dm
Dm
Gm
Gm
milli'
Verse 5
Bb
Bb
See, everybody askin' me about my life
Csus4
Csus4
C
C
Dm
Dm
Shit, I'm just tryna live my life
Bb
Bb
C
C
Dm
Dm
RIP to all the real niggas gone
Bb
Bb
C
C
RIP my brother Tyquan rIP G- Money,
Dm
Dm
RIP Vail
Bb
Bb
C
C
RIP
Dm
Dm
Nipsey Hussle
Bb
Bb
All the real niggas died by the clock
C
C
Dm
Dm
Bb
Bb
C
C
Gm
Gm
1980 flow

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