1980 Flow: accordi di
Yung Bleu
Yung Bleu

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

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